Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1241

Chapter 1241Chapter 1241
Stella stopped dead in her tracks. She turned back and glanced at him. "Isn't your place upstairs?"
"Your bag is still with me." Weston handed it to her.
Stella reached out and took her bag. Seeing that Weston had no intention of leaving, she stopped and
gave him a strange look. "You're not going to follow me shamelessly, are you?" "I want to see them
both."
Stella said, "You met them yesterday. Please go back."
Weston stood in front of her and refused to budge. He suddenly hugged her and showed his vulnerable
side, pleading as he rested his chin on her shoulder, “Stella, have mercy on me..."
Stella froze a little. Weston's voice rang in her ear with a little warm breath.
After a long silence, Stella asked him, "Who'd have mercy on me back then?"
That one sentence completely defeated Weston.
Later that night, there was an unexpected knock on the door after Stella bathed Elias and Emma
separately and put them in bed.
Thinking it was Weston, Stella opened the door in annoyance.
"Are you done yet?"
However, it was not Weston. The guy in front of her was Miguel, who reeked of alcohol.Stella hesitated slightly and asked, "Why did you drink so much? You're reeking.”
Stella frowned and turned to her side to let him in.
Miguel did not move. He just looked at her obsessively. "When did you know who I really was?"
Stella was slightly startled. Seeing his state, she knew he was drunk. "Let's not talk about that now.
Come in. I'll make you something to sober up," she said as she went to get him a pair of slippers.
Miguel watched Stella's natural movements and knew she still treated him as Roger. A sudden rush of
impulse swayed him. Miguel closed the door and pinned Stella between his arms. Before Stella could
react, she looked up and froze when she saw Miguel's handsome face so close to her.
Miguel leaned down and put his ear to hers. He muttered, “I like you... I really like you... I've liked you
for years. Do you know?"
Miguel stroked her hair with dazed eyes, looking drunk.
Feeling disgusted, Stella tried to push him away. "You're drunk. Go have tea and sober up
"I'm not drunk. I really like you.'
Miguel insisted that he was not drunk but behaved like a drunken man. "Why can't you look at me? It's
been years! Do you only have Weston in your heart?”
"I don't, but I don't think of you either!"
Stella suppressed her temper and took a deep breath. "You're drunk. Elias and Emma are sleeping
already. We'll wake them up...”"We won't!" Miguel lowered his voice and said in her ear, "I've held back long enough. I just want you to
accept my feelings. Why is it so hard?"
His voice began to take on a tremor while his eyes were glowing red with a touch of madness.
"What do I have to do for you to see me? Do you know how sad I am at how you're treating me?
Why..."
"Did you get it wrongly? You're the one who's been avoiding me these days!"
Stella deliberately said this to him. She wanted to distract him and change the topic. ' Did you go
drinking? Why did you drink so much? Is there a new project?"
"Don't change the topic!" Miguel suddenly cut her off.
Miguel held her face and made her look into
his eyes. “Are you in this painful cycle because you still treat me as Roger? What should I do? You can
treat me like a man, you know!" Stella sensed a hint of danger from Miguel's sudden rasp.
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