Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1114

Chapter 1114Chapter 1114
Stella closed her eyes.
She would never be able to face the man in front of her as long as she recalled the past. “You know,
even when you gave up on me, I didn’t hate you. I just didn’t want to love you…
“I didn’t hate you then because you simply didn’t love me, and you just abandoned me. However, my
child was dead, and there was no way I could forgive myself, much less you.
“But I still had Roger. I wanted to start a new life, even if there was little hope left. I still wanted to live…
But what did you do?
“You forced me. You obliterated whatever little life I had left and separated me from Roger!”
She almost gritted her teeth when she said this.
He did not know that she had learned of Roger’s death, so he thought that the separation she was
talking about was just so that the two of them would never see each other again.
But Stella had made it very clear that it was his death that did them apart.
Weston’s voice was extremely hoarse, and his eyes were
bloodshot. “He had an unacceptable intention for you. You treated him like a brother, but he never
treated you like his sister. I don’t think it was a bad decision to keep you both apart.”
“Is that so? It looks like you have done me a favor…”
Stella stood up. She looked horribly thin, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind.
“You said that it is for my sake, but it’s all an excuse to satisfy your own selfish desire! Are you really
going to prevent Roger from having inappropriate feelings for me? You’re just trying to monopolize me.
You only want to possess me; you don’t actually love me!”
He moved forward and locked her wrists, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “And what about your claim
to love me? You gave up on us so easily.”
“Haha, hahaha…”
Stella laughed abruptly. “Do you know how many years I have loved you?”
Her tears kept falling. “I gave up on us so easily? I’ve loved you for so many years… I can’t believe
you’re actually saying this…”
His pupils contracted. “What do you mean by many years?”
It had only been two years ago since they first met. At most, Stella was only in love with him during their
time together.
What did she mean by so many years?
She shook her head, unwilling to talk about the time when she had a crush on him. She would never
bring it up in front of him again.
To her, it was a brand of shame.
“Say it clearly.
Weston, however, was unwilling to let her escape. He intensified the force of his hand and was on the
verge of crushing her jaw. “When did you start loving me?”
“This does not matter anymore.”
She gently brushed his hands away. “What matters now is that I don’t love you anymore.”
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She looked at the man’s darkening red eyes. She thought he would be furious at first, but he calmed
down.
The pair of deep eyes looked at her solemnly. He ran his fingers on his face with a touch of
unprecedented
tenderness.
“I don’t need you to love me.” His gaze was soft yet cruel. “I just need you to listen to me.”
She took a deep breath and slowly calmed down. “As you wish.”
He yanked her hair, and when he tightened his fingers, she hissed. There was a sharp pain in her scalp.
She opened her eyes to look at him. The corners of her eyes were a little red, but she stubbornly kept
them from tearing.
He played with her hair, twirling it around his fingertips. “I heard that you slapped Guinevere today?”
She sneered. “Why? Have you come to chastise me?”
He was silent.
She looked at him sarcastically. “She told me you promised her that you would divorce me and marry her
in exchange for her dropping the charges against me. Is that right?”
“Yes.”
He admitted without hesitation.
He stared directly into her eyes. His overpowering, suppressing aura made her tremble. Previous Chapter
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