Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193Chapter 1193 Not this again…
Not Weston acting all passionate again.
“Let go of me now!” Stella yelled, glowering as she pushed him away.
But Weston didn‘t budge. He just kept gazing at her, searching for something.
Stella took a deep breath and told him, “Don‘t make me hate you more than I already do.”
Those words instantly made him ease his grasp on her ever so slightly.
But as soon as she sensed that his grip was loosening, Stella took the chance and shoved him forcefully
away and said, “It‘s getting late. You should go home now, Mr. Ford.”
Then she turned and left straight away.
She headed towards the elevator and pressed the button.
Weston didn‘t follow her this time. He just stood there in the dark corner, his gaze steadily following her
every move, with eyes so dark and profound that they seemed to be merging with the darkness of the
night. Stella watched him through the gap in the elevator door.
For a moment, she thought she could perceive an indelible sadness and loneliness radiating from his
body.
Her heart was calm and unmoved, however.
The elevator door closed, blocking off her sight. Stella looked down and immediately tossed the images
of what just happened out of her mind, thinking nothing more of it.
Stella pushed the door open, and the first thing she did was call out for Elias and Emma. Nobody answered. She turned around, and her eyes met Miguel‘s displeased gaze.
“Why are you home so late?” he asked. Stella froze for a moment before responding, “What are you
doing here?” “I heard from the nanny that you‘d be out this evening,” he explained. “And I came to make
sure everything‘s alright. The two ruffians are asleep.”
“Oh,” Stella replied simply. She tossed the keys into the bowl near the entrance, changed her shoes, and
walked inside.
As Miguel noticed her cool and calm demeanor, he suddenly felt as if his heart was shrouded by a
heavy
gloomy cloud. It seemed that, in her eyes, he was nothing more than a brother.
She was always calm and at ease around him because he was just a family member. There was never
any spark between them that there should be between a man and a woman.
Stella had barely taken a few steps inside her house when she suddenly felt her waist encircled by a pair
of muscular arms. She turned around and saw Miguel rushing up toward her and hugging her from
behind.
“Stella...” he only managed to murmur her name before she swiftly pushed him away.
“What are you doing?!” she snapped , visibly agitated.“ Let go of me!” “I saw him just now...” said Miguel.
“The man who sent you home was Weston, right? I saw his car downstairs.”
“No,” she replied. She took a deep breath and told him,” I drove home myself. I didn‘t ask him to send me
home.”
“Then what was he doing here?” Miguel demanded. He stepped forward and looked straight into her
eyes. “How would he know that you live here?” Stella stepped back to get away from Miguel until her back was up against her bedroom door. From there
on, there was no more room for retreat.
“I‘ve told you many times,” she said in a helpless tone, her eyes staring at a random spot on the floor.
“We can never be anything more than family... Stop acting this way, Miguel.” Miguel‘s eyes reddened the
instant he heard this.
“It‘s him, isn‘t it? Everything‘s been fine between us in the past three years, but the moment he came
back into your life, you started rejecting me. What‘s going on, Stella?”