Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1112

Chapter 1112Chapter 1112 Stella was in the kitchen when she heard footsteps and subconsciously looked back.
Seeing Weston walk in, she asked, “Why are you back so early today?”
“What, you don‘t want to see me?”
The man pushed the man directly against the glazed table the next second.
Her back hit the hard surface of the table, and she hissed out of pain. “Be gentle... Let go of me...”
Weston‘s eyes darkened. Hearing her refusal and thinking of her meeting with Justin today, he thought
she was rejecting him because she had met someone else.
This only prompted him to clutch her waist harder. “I can‘t even touch you now, huh?”
“What are you talking about?”
She struggled a little, and her face showed impatience. However, it was this look of impatience that
irritated Weston.
A cloud of gloom flashed across his eyes. He untied her apron, threw it on the floor, and carried her
directly up to the countertop as he reached out to probe upwards.
Stella shuddered at the touch of his calloused fingers on her skin and slapped his hand away forcefully.
“What are you doing?!?!”
Weston bit her earlobe and uttered one word.
“You.”
The water behind her was still boiling. She felt one tender kiss after another land on her neck. She trembled as her skin felt his warmth.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down before hoarsely pleading, “Not here, okay?”
Weston was gasping. As he heard the unmistakable tremble inside her voice, he had no choice but to
settle down.
Looking down at her disheveled clothes, he tidied them a
bit.
“Go and take a shower,” he said.
Stella frowned slightly, somewhat disgusted by his beastly behavior that craved sex anytime, anywhere.
But thinking that today would be the last time, she relented.
She was about to get down, but Weston picked her up and headed straight to the bathroom.
She didn‘t know what was happening, but she could
clearly feel that he was in a hurry today.
If it were not for the fact that her legs were shaking, she was sure he would have pushed her into the
bathroom and had his way with her alréady.
This time, he seemed more intent on cleaning her whole body, especially her arms, back, and chest.
He grabbed her arms and lathered her body again and again under the shower to the tune of her skin
becoming a little red and sore.
Uncomfortable and in pain, she could not help but remind him, “I‘m already sparkling...” “Does it hurt?” He looked up and asked.
She nodded. “What‘s wrong with you today?”
He stared at her and, without saying a word, lathered her body again before finally wrapping her in a
towel and bringing her out.
That one thought of her cuddling with Justin was way more than he could rationalize.
Even scrubbing her until her skin was red couldn‘t wipe off the soot that choked his heart.
Stella struggled to sit up after being placed on the bed.
“Wait.
“Are you thirsty ? Let me get you some tea, okay?” she
said to him.
Weston‘s eyes darkened even more as he stared at her in silence. Stella already had a hunch about
what was to come when she saw his face.
His tempestuous, deep eyes swirled with countless dangerous whirlpools , as if whipping up a tornado
that was about to make landfall.
Stella got up, and as she passed by his side, she could hear his heavy huffing.