Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 147

Weston lifted his hand and traced Stella’s brows with his fingers before moving down the corner of her
eyes and landing on her lips before leaning in and kissing her. She took a deep breath and her body
shook more than before. “He’s outside!” she said, her voice trembling.

“What are you going to do if I want to mess with you?” He raised her chin and placed his lips against
hers, his voice filled with provocation and assertiveness. She kept backing away, but she had nowhere
to escape. “Open your mouth,” she heard him coercing in her ear.

His voice was tempting, yet it seemed more like a demand than a plea. He then reached his hands into
the hem of her shirt.

It seemed as if Justin could feel what was going on and was yelling even more furiously at the door. “Is
there anyone inside? I’m coming in now!”

Having a sense of the situation, Justin started to lose patience and became angry. “If you’re inside,
Ella, please reply.” Stella opened her mouth, but it was immediately covered by Weston. A smirk
appeared on his face as they exchange gazes.

Tears rolled down her eyes from the great embarrassment she felt.

She almost cried out loud, but his palm stifled her cries into muffled echoes.

Justin, unable to see her current condition because of the thick barrier separating them, could only
knock harder and harder on the door. Each loud knock thumped hard on Stella’s heart. She had never
hated Weston so much, and now, wished that he would rot in hell! She couldn’t understand why he
would trample on her and ruin her so ruthlessly in front of Justin.





She wondered what sort of devil he was.

Warm tears escaped her red-rimmed eyes. Seeing this, Weston felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He
was the one who had made her cry, but it was his heart that ended up hurting. Although he still covered
her lips to keep her from speaking, his actions became gentler. He even planted a soft kiss on her
face.

He didn’t want to see her cry anymore, but he liked the way she lost control in his arms.

Weston wondered just how many contradicting and powerful feelings could exist. He lifted her chin and
gazed into her eyes deeply and kissed her.

There were two different situations happening inside and outside the room,

After calming down, Justin heard a woman’s crying voice inside the room,

Unsure if it was all real or a hallucination, he lost control and kicked the door fiercely.

The loud banging made it seem like the door would be kicked down any moment now.

“Weston, I know you’re inside! Let go of Ella!” he shouted even louder.

The powerlessness he felt only made him fight harder.

In so many years, he had never felt such overwhelming possessiveness and the desire to win

“Weston, I know it’s you! Let’s settle this like real men! Let go of Ella, do you hear me?!”


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