Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1191

Chapter 1191Chapter 1191 “Don‘t move. Just let me hug you for a while.”
Stella seemed to catch on to what he was doing and glanced at the Cullinan through the rearview mirror.
She chuckled and made no objections.
Meanwhile, in the other car, Weston‘s eyes turned gloomy as he stared at the appalling sight of the two
people hugging. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He said nothing,
he just switched on the turn signal and honked
The screeching noise rang through the parking lot.
Bradley straightened up in his seat and whispered to Stella, “He looks angry now. Do you need my
help?”
“No,” she replied. “I‘ll deal with him myself.”
“Are you sure you don‘t need my help?” Bradley asked again, staring deeply at her. Now that he had
provoked Weston‘s ire, there was no way he‘d let things go without causing some trouble.
He was, in fact, waiting for Stella to speak up, to ask for his help.
But all she did was shake her head lightly as she toyed with her earrings with her fingers. Looking away
from him, she said, “This is my problem. I‘m not about to drag
someone else in.”
So she still regarded him as an outsider, keeping him at an arm‘s length. Bradley‘s eyes darkened. He
knew that he couldn‘t be too rash about this.
He pushed the door open and got out of the car, and when he walked past the Cullinan, he paused and
looked straight into the eyes of the man inside it. Their eyes glinted in the shadows like daggers. Thetemperature seemed to drop suddenly, and the air in the surroundings turned frosty.
It was only a brief glance before Bradley withdrew his gaze and turned to leave without looking back.
Stella gazed indifferently at the black luxury car through the rearview mirror without saying or doing
anything. Once she had seen Bradley safely entering the elevator, she turned her car around and drove
away.
As expected, Weston slammed the gas pedal and started to tailgate her, seemingly without any hurry at
all, as if he was playing a cat–and–mouse game with her. Stella remained silent. Every once in a while,
her fingers tapped on the steering wheel listlessly. She drove on like that for some time until she
suddenly realized that the black car that had been following her was gone.
She chuckled. Was that already too much for him to handle?
She shook her head. Then she gave no more thought about it and drove straight home.
When she reached the apartment, she pushed the elevator button and walked in. Suddenly, a hand
appeared out of the dark, forcing the elevator door open
Before Stella could react, a tall and muscular man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist appeared
before her. His black inky eyes were staring fixedly at her. His strikingly handsome face was illuminated
by the elevator light, making his elegant features seem even more pronounced.
He said nothing at all. With a cold, stony face, he grabbed her wrists and dragged her out of the elevator,
just as he did at the private lounge earlier. But this time, Stella had lost all her patience for him. She
scowled at him and demanded, “Let go of me!”
The man did not seem to hear her at all. He dragged her to a dark corner nearby and pinned her on the
wall with both his hands holding her shoulders tight. “Have you had enough fun?” he asked, his eyes peering down at her.
Stella wanted to shove him away, but he had locked her hands in place and pressed her hard against the
wall, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I‘ll ask you again,” he repeated, “have you had enough fun?”
“What are you talking about?” she frowned. “Are you trying to threaten me again?” “I‘m not,” he
whispered, leaning down close to her ear.“ I‘m just...”
He could not finish his sentence, either because he had no idea what to say next or because he was still
lost in thoughts. It was a long while before he spoke up again with a calmer tone, whispering, “I want to
see the twins.” Stella‘s body stiffened instantly. Then she violently shoved him away as if she had just
gotten an electric shock.
“What right do you have to demand to see them?” she snapped. “Who do you think you are?!”