Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 258

It was only after Weston left that Henry snickered and said with a hoarse voice, “What do you know?
She can’t possibly die.” That woman was just like a cockroach. How could she die? After he said that,
he was immersed in the shadows. The sunlight outside was pleasant, but it could not shine on his
body. The sunlight shone through the window, slicing the ward into halves of light and darkness. He
stayed in the darkness for a long time, and when he reached out, wanting to touch the sunlight outside,
it was as if he was forever separated by a barrier.

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Near the end of the afternoon, Stella texted Roger. “I need to go on a business trip this evening so I
can’t go home. Please be good when you are at home alone.”

She had had a meal and chatted with him for a long time this afternoon. He was already very satisfied
so he did not say anything and simply reminded her to take care of herself.

She let out a breath and thought for a while before telling the chauffeur to send her back to the villa.

Weston had not come back yet, and Joan was cleaning the house. Seeing Stella sitting on the sofa in a
daze, she approached her and asked, “Ms. Steele, would you like to eat something?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” Then, she glanced at the clock. “What time is it?” “It’s almost
dinner. I’ll cook after I finish my work here.” Stella paused for a moment, then suddenly got up. “No, you
go and do your own thing. I’ll cook”

Joan was a bit taken aback. “This is not in accordance with the contract. Mr. Ford hired me to take care
of you. How could I let you cook?” Stella stood still and smiled at her. “He told you to take care of me,
so shouldn’t you listen to me?”





Not expecting she would say something like that, Joan hesitated for a bit. But Stella was already
pushing her out of the kitchen. “Don’t worry. He won’t say anything.” Then, she closed the kitchen
door.

Some vegetables were already being processed in the sink. It seemed Joan had prepared them for
dinner tonight.

Hence, Stella decided to use them to make some common dishes. When Weston returned to the villa,
Joan greeted him. “Mr. Ford…” She whispered into his ear about Stella’s strange behavior today. The
man frowned. “She cooked the meal herself?”

He did not expect this. He thought that she was still angry with him and it would take him some time to
coax her out. However, he didn’t expect that she was already willing to cook for him. He could not deny
that he was flattered by her behavior. He handed over his suit jacket to Joan and said, “I’ll reward you
with a bonus.” Joan was surprised. She thanked Weston a few times and left happily.

The moment he entered the house, he smelled the aroma of food.

Stella’s cooking had a distinct fragrance. He stood at the door without making a sound, looking at her
busying in the kitchen. After a while, he walked to her slowly.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. “Why did you think of cooking
today?”

She froze. Hearing the deep voice of the man, she calmed herself down and said, “I came back early.
Since there was still time, I thought I would cook first.”

He kissed her cheek. “You weren’t even willing to make me some pasta before.”



He nibbled on her ear and seemed to grumble. Stella frowned, said nothing, and continued her work.
Weston showed no intention of letting her go.


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