Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1255

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Stella was just thinking about taking off her wool sweater when she noticed a black shadow in her tent.
It was Weston. She did not know when he got there, but he suddenly appeared behind her out of nowhere, holding her hand and telling her, “Don’t
take too many layers off. You’ll catch a cold.”
“How did you get in?” asked Stella as she sprang up on her feet.
With widened eyes, she turned to look at the entrance of her tent. It was still closed and hidden, but she could see now how fragile of a barrier it was.
Still, there was so many crew, and everyone knew and respected the rules of not opening anyone’s door or entering tents without permission.
Everyone, that was, except for Weston, who seemed to think that he was above this rule.
In fact, even if anybody saw him coming into Stella’s tent, she was sure no one would’ve dared raise concern or say anything to him.
Knowing this, Stella took a deep breath as she found herself seething with anger.
“If you keep on acting like this, I’m going to pack my
stuff and leave right away.”
Weston paused. He was intending to touch her, but he quickly withdrew his hand away from her.
“You know more than anyone else,” he said, “that I can do anything in this world, except for leaving you
alone.”
He stood there, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes showing a pained expression.
“Even if you pack up and leave now,” he added, “I’ll only leave with you anyway, so are you sure you’re
going to waste your time doing such a useless thing?” Stella never thought that he could be this shameless. For a while, she was rendered speechless. After a
long silence, she finally massaged her temples and said, “Fine.”
She just could not believe that Weston would really endure all the troubles that she could bring him.
Since she could not persuade him to leave, then she would use another tactic to chase him away.
She glanced at him and asked, “You want to be by my side, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“So no matter what I say to you, you’ll never leave, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Fine,” Stella sat down in front of her laptop. “In that case, go get me a basin of water. I want to wash my
face.”
Since it was right in the middle of the day, Weston instantly knew that the only reason she wanted to
wash her face was to give him a hard time.
Nevertheless, Weston rushed out of the tent without uttering a single complaint.
Soon, he returned with a big tub of hot water.
The amenities available on Snow Mountain were quite simple and rudimentary, but the tent where
Weston was staying was much more luxurious and it even came with all sorts of convenience.
Stella flat out refused to stay there with him, though. She would only stay where the rest of the crew was
staying. Even though the facilities here were slightly worse than the ones outside, it was still not so bad
as to make it unendurable. “Why don’t you take a bath?” Weston suggested. “You took a long walk outside just now and it was very
cold.”
“Sure,” Stella replied through gritted teeth.
This was only her first test. She was convinced that he would not last that long if she gave him one trouble after another!
“This is no good at all!” she complained. “The water’s scalding hot!”
“It just looks too hot,” he stood up and assured her. ” Why don’t you give it a try and dip your toes in? It’s really not that hot at all.”
“But it’s clearly steaming!” she argued. “How can you say that it’s not too hot?”
“Change the water,” she instructed him.
She was not even willing to test the water at all. It was obvious that she was trying to give him a hard time.
But Weston stayed silent and just brought her another tub of water. This time, though, he did not give her the time to complain. He swiftly picked her
up in his arms and without saying a word, took off her socks, sweater, and pants before placing her inside the tub.
The warm water flooded Stella’s body. She wanted to struggle and push him away, but it was just too comfortable, so she just lay still in the tub.
Then she turned to him and said, “I’m hungry. I want something to eat.”
“What do you want to eat?” he asked. “I’ll go get it for you.”
Stella’s eyes rolled as she thought about it before she answered, “I want something icy.” 1