Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1306

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Stella unceremoniously destroyed the facade Weston tried so hard to maintain. “I didn’t hesitate when I
chose Roger in the snowy mountains. I left you to die. I didn’t think you’d have a problem with that.”
“What if it just didn’t give me any hard feelings?”
Weston looked her straight in the eye. He kneeled a little in front of her as if in total submission. “I
wouldn’t complain even if you stabbed me in the heart with a knife.”
“I don’t believe it.” Stella frowned and said to him, “I tried to convince myself. You didn’t save me, but you
didn’t harm me either. However, I found that whenever I truly love someone, I can never heal the pain or
forget…”
“Because I love you more than it hurts.”
Weston said, “Just the thought of you leaving makes me think that the pain is nothing. Indeed, when you
left with Roger and chose to save him, it hurt like death, but death is still better than losing you.”
“That’s
easy for
you to say!” Stella sneered in disbelief.” You made it sound like you’d die without me, but for the
three years I was dead, you were alive and well!”
Weston suddenly lost his strength and rubbed her chin lightly. “Do you think I haven’t thought of dying?”
The tone of his voice was light. He hugged her and gently rubbed her ear. Weston wasn’t even willing to think about the nightmare he
had endured in the past three years. He actually thought of joining her in death. When all was said and
done, he was ready to commit suicide after avenging her death.
Weston went as far as to consult priests about meeting the dead, in his case, Stella, in the other world
and how not to forget her. He never thought someone like him would believe in such superstition, but he
did.
He would do whatever it took to meet her again. However, the priest told him that he couldn’t commit
suicide. Suicide would create karma and, as a result, would never allow him to see the person he wanted
to meet again.
After hearing such a thing, how could he even dare to think about suicide?
After that, Weston began a life devoid of hope. He would drive around absent–mindedly and drown
himself in alcohol like a desperate man. He chain–smoked, hoping
he might die by accident and meet her again.
He must admit that the priest’s words alone scared him to the core. There was a time when he lived so
aimlessly that everyone around him could bear it no longer. Even Ben felt like beating him up to get him
to snap out of it.
Weston did not want to look back on the hopeless days he lived. He did not want to tell Stella about it
either. He didn’t want her to feel differently about him because of guilt.
All Weston wanted to tell her was that he could never
leave her. No matter her words or actions, he would never leave her again. Stella took a deep breath and clenched her fist. “Does that
mean I can’t get rid of you now no matter what I say or
do?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to haunt me no matter what? Are you going to do it until you die in front of me?”
“That’s right.”
“And you’re not going to give up, no matter what?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be with me no matter what? Would you do anything to be with me? Are you willing to die
just to be with me?”
“Yes.”
Stella had nothing more to say. Her eyes trembled a little, and she felt dizzy. Then, she swayed slightly
and suddenly tumbled backward as all strength left her.
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