Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1402

Chapter 1402Chapter 1402
Stella had run away from Weston so quickly that it seemed like an automatic
response from her. She stood far from him, clearly embarrassed to be seen
anywhere with him and evidently unwilling to let anyone think that they were in any kind of relationship.
But he quickly regained his composure and calmly walked on as nothing had happened.
The members of the crew were also very surprised to see the two of them together there. They froze,
and those that recognized Weston began greeting him.
“Mr. Ford…”
Weston greeted them back tersely without even looking at them. It was obvious that he was not in his
best mood. He even exuded a cold and standoffish air around him.
The members of the crew stood together and watched as Weston strode away, then their gaze shifted
towards Stella, and they began to greet her too.
Stella smiled at them and quickly walked away as if nothing had happened. From a distance, she could
hear their hushed voices talking about her and Weston.
“What are those two doing here?”
“Who knows? Do you think they were with each other just now?”
“Possibly. They used to be married to each other, after all.”
Hearing this, Stella quickened her pace, not wanting to hear any more gossip about her. She had been
really worried that people would start spreading rumors about her and Weston at a time when theirrelationship was still in an uncertain stage. She just was not ready to make any kind of decision right
now.
She had learned a harsh lesson from her past, and she was determined not to jump into any kind of
commitment so hastily the way she used to do.
Weston heard her approaching footsteps from behind, so he slowed down his pace. Then he turned
around to look at her.
“Can you stand next to me now?” he asked.
Stella scanned her surroundings. When she was sure that there was no one around her, she finally let
out a relieved sigh and walked up to his side.
“Yes,” she said. “The coast seems clear now.”
For Weston, seeing her acting like this was like getting stabbed right in the heart. He looked down at her.
His gaze slipped down from her eyes to her lips as he averted her eye contact.
“Is it so embarrassing to be seen with me?” he asked.
Stella froze. She instantly realized that he must have misunderstood her.
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“I know,” he interrupted her. “You just don’t want people to think that we’re in a relationship since I’m
nothing to you but a tool to satisfy certain needs of yours.”
Stella had the urge to argue and deny it, but then she thought about it and found that he was absolutely
correct. He was indeed nothing more to her now than a way for her to satisfy her primal urges.
Weston sniggered at himself wryly when he noticed Stella falling silent.So what? He did not mind it anyway. If the only way for him to remain by her side was to be her sex tool,
then so be it. It was more than worth it for him.
When they returned after dinner, the two got ready to go to bed right away.
On their way back, Stella noticed that Weston had been silent all along. She could sense that something
was wrong, but she said nothing about it and just went straight to sleep. At present, she was no longer all
that concerned about what was on Weston’s mind the way she used to be in the past, back when she
would do everything in her power just to please him.
Later, in the still darkness of the night, Weston slowly opened his eyes and stared at Stella, who was
lying with her back towards him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms,
pressing her hard against his own chest.
Stella relented without any resistance and rolled quietly into his arms. She even nuzzled up against his
chest.
The sight of her being so meek and trusting of him made his eyes glint in the dark before they turned
gloomy again.
Why couldn’t she stay this way forever? Why couldn’t she always be this gentle and docile and just let
him hug her like this forever?
He leaned down, kissed her tenderly on her forehead, and let out a soft sigh.
Later, Weston stood outside alone on the balcony. The curtain was billowing in the wind. He was holding
a glass of wine that he had just gotten from the fridge. There were still some ice cubes in the wine.
There were a number of white pills in the palm of his right hand. He popped them all into his mouth and
washed them down with the wine.Dr. Hayden Quirk had warned him to always take his medicine on time and not to just take it whenever
he liked. But he paid no mind to that. He had started taking that medicine again after stopping for a while,
and he only did it because he wanted to suppress the raging tide of desire that had been brewing inside
him.
He glanced at Stella, who was still sound asleep. Her sleep was always peaceful and uninterrupted
these days, and the look on her face was calm and serene as if the outside world completely unruffled
her.
Weston looked up at the vast starry sky before he guzzled down the entire glass of wine.
The next morning, Stella woke up to the smell of alcohol. She frowned, tugged at Weston’s night robe,
and asked him, “Have you been drinking?”
“Yeah,” Weston nodded. “What’s wrong? Did the smell disturb you?”