Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1304

Chapter 1304Chapter 1304
A dead silence loomed in the air despite a lingering
amorous aura.
Time seemed to have stopped at Stella and Weston’s confrontation.
Stella was on her knees at his side. Although unable to see, her gaze was sharp. She clutched his collar
and
touched his Adam’s apple with her fingertips. Then, she pressed down hard.
When she heard Weston’s breathless voice, she let go of her grip slightly.
“Don’t deny it. I know it’s you,” Stella said in a cold voice.
Weston held her hand and looked at her steadily. Then, he let out a low laugh and asked, “When did you
notice?”
“I always felt like something was wrong. Besides, you didn’t disguise yourself well. I trusted you. That’s
why I waited until now before exposing you.”
“Sorry,” Weston confessed. “I didn’t mean to hide from you.”
“Your apology sounds so insincere.” Stella cut him off
and suddenly tightened her grip. Then, she heard Weston’s choking voice.
“Ugh…” Completely under the grasp of her control, he was not resisting and remained still, allowing her to do
whatever she wanted.
Stella knew the man could easily resist with just a little force. He could’ve pinned her down with his body,
but he made no move.
Perhaps it was his guilt or some other unspoken reason, but in any case, he had still lied to her.
Stella’s mood got worse at the thoughts in her head. Just mere questioning was no longer enough to
satisfy her.
Stella lost control of her emotions. She got up from him and threw everything she could find at Weston.
She threw the pillows, the humidifier on the side of the bed, and the cell phone at him. Whatever she
could get her hands on
was thrown at him.
The noises of things crashing and banging continued. Weston lay in bed and let her vent all she wanted.
After some time, Stella finally let go of her hand in some dismay. She was panting hard.
Stella was unable to see. In her vision, only a blurred shadow was in front of her. She could not find
anything else around her to throw at him.
At last, Stella fell to the floor weakly. She noticed the
movements as Weston got up and squatted in front of her slowly. He grabbed her smooth ankles and
rasped, “Sit up. You’ll catch a cold.”
“You’re finally willing to speak to me in your normal voice.” Stella looked at him and snorted. “Why don’t you keep pretending?”
Weston did not say anything back to her harsh
questioning. Instead, he gently picked her up and put her on the bed again. He moved away all the
messy clutter on the bed.
Weston was moving carefully and gently as if trying to touch a butterfly that was about to fly away, but
Stella only found his actions ironic.
“You were so bold when you deceived me. Why are you acting like this? Are you putting on a show?”
Stella slapped him hard as her anger flared up abruptly. Weston knew her anger would not fade easily
and let her
slap him without saying a word.
Stella suddenly heard Weston let out a soft moan in pain
while slapping him. Startled, she withdrew her hand and glared at him.
“Don’t you put on an act again! I can’t hurt you with that little strength!”