Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 192

The reason Stella was upset had nothing to do with the man. She was enraged that she had no
freedom at all. Weston was always manipulating and threatening her, and that was what upset her the
most.

Weston knew this well, but he still couldn’t stand the slightest possibility that she was begging for
another man. “You have ten minutes to make me change my mind. If you can do that, I wouldn’t cause
trouble for him.”

“You think I care about a stranger? I told you before that I got nothing with him. We met coincidentally
and played a song together. That’s all.” “Really? But the way you react doesn’t look like you don’t care
about him.”

“That’s because he’s an innocent stranger! I don’t want him to get involved in this, do you understand?
I really don’t want others to get into trouble because of this.”

“Then you should’ve listened to me and stayed away from places like that.”

“Places like what?”

“Places I forbid you to go.” Stella sucked in a deep breath and stopped talking. Her eyelashes trembled
and her face turned pale.

The man shot a glance at her and reminded her, “You still have 7 minutes.”

She instantly opened her eyes. Writhing in agony, she had no choice but to soften her tone.” Please
don’t involve an innocent man in our issues…”

She even used the word ‘please’.



Weston’s eyebrows furrowed a little. He didn’t like that she was begging for another man’s mercy.

But as she was only doing what he asked of her, he let her go. “Fine. But remember not to challenge
my bottom line any more.” He gently caressed her hair.



He was using little force, but Stella felt completely powerless under his touch.

She nodded. “I know.” Seeing that she no longer fought back, he knew that he couldn’t suppress her
too much. He let go of his hand and his eyes softened. “It’s late now. Are you hungry?” he asked. She
nodded like an emotionless robot, following every word he said. “What do you want to eat?”

She shook her head,

“There’s nothing you want to eat?” he continued asking.

“I don’t know what to eat,” she answered dully.

He pulled her to the couch and sat down. “I asked them to prepare food that you might like. You should
eat a little more.” As he spoke, he pinched her cheeks.

He recalled her being a little plump, at least at places where she should be, and it felt great. But she
was bony now, to the point she looked unhealthily skinny. Looking at her made him sad. Her fists
tightened slightly, and her expression was unpleasant for a brief second, but she said nothing and
simply nodded.

He saw all the small changes in her expression and he could see that she was at the edge of losing
patience.



This upset him a little, but he didn’t mind because he believed that she would stop rejecting him and
accept him as time went on.

What was important was that she was with him.

He took out his mobile phone and barked a few orders to the other end of the line.

Not long later, the doorbell rang.

Weston walked over and opened the door revealing a couple of people holding different dishes in their
hands.


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