Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 90

His tone was non-negotiable, as if he was just informing Stella about his decision. Stella
found it hilarious. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. You want me to follow you? Then what
about Guinevere? What about your child?” Weston furrowed his brows. “I’ve already told you that I’m
not married.” “And so? Should I believe every word you say?”

Ever since that day, Stella had lost all trust towards him. “So what if you’re not married? You
impregnated a woman out of wedlock. Is that very honorable?”

Weston’s eyes darkened with displeasure. At that moment, he had a strong urge to tell her the truth just
to shut her up. After a moment’s silence, he lit a cigarette and said, “I’m not negotiating with you. Stella
Sealey, name your price.”

Stella did not expect him to ask something so blatant after everything that had happened. She turned
her face away and sneered.

She did not intend to continue the conversation. In fact, she found no need to continue discussing it at
all.

She would never be with Weston Ford again in her entire life, not to mention in such a shameful
position!

How prideful did he have to be, to have the cheek to make such a request of her, after all that he had
done to her?

Stella shut her eyes. She only wanted to solve the problem lying right before her. “Mr. Hall is still in his
car. I must see him safe and sound.” The man’s eyes darkened, and it was difficult to tell what he was
thinking. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel. “You’re still thinking about him at a time like
this?” “He’s innocent. No matter what, he shouldn’t be implicated.” Weston laughed instead of being
angered. “In that case, promise me something and I’ll let him off.”



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Stella suddenly opened her eyes, “You were the one who started provoking him. Why must I promise
you something as a condition?” “I’m not negotiating with you. I’m giving you a choice. Though, you can
refuse, and we can remain locked in a stalemate. Then, we’ll see who can afford to wait.”



can

Stella clenched her fists and looked in the direction of Justin’s car.

A moment later, she nodded ever so slightly. “What do you want me to do?”

She finally submitted, but it was only because of another man.

Weston had achieved his objective, but he wasn’t excatly very happy about it.

He reached out to caress Stella’s soft hair, but she dodged his touch instinctively.

Her natural reflex was not something she could feign. It was clear that she despised him from the
depths of her heart.

With that thought in mind, Weston retracted his hand and said expressionlessly, “Be with me tonight.”
Stella’s pupils dilated and her face turned completely ashen as all the blood drained from her face.
Weston could see her reaction from the rearview mirror, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his
heart.

Those past memories he had tried to neglect began to gush back into his mind like a tornado. When
they were married, he did not treat their marriage like a big deal. Stella could make him feel



comfortable, and that was sufficient for him. She was obedient and pliant and never caused him
trouble. Whenever he remembered her and came home, there would always be a light left switched on
for him at night. The house would never be completely dark. This woman was always showing him her
best and most beautiful side.

She was warm and tender, clean and fresh, and filled with love she never dared express.

She loved him…

Weston recalled the vicious words she flung at him in the private room.

Loved?

What did she mean by ‘loved’? What kind of love was it if it ended just like that?

The seconds and minutes passed them by. Stella knew that the longer things dragged out, the worse it
would be for Justin. She also knew how wicked the man next to her could be. “Fine. I promise.”

In the car.

Justin was completely unable to move. Having lived for so many years, it was the first time he truly felt
what it meant to be completely powerless.


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