Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 311

She originally thought that her chance to make it big had finally arrived but little did
she expect that it would mean the end for her.

At Stardust Mansion.

In the kitchen.

Stella retracted her gaze and pretended that she overheard nothing.

She sipped on the cold water that slid down her throat, clearing her befuddled mind.

She heard how heartless and ruthless Weston was when he spoke to that woman over the phone.

Stella did not care about the women that Weston had outside, but the outcome of the woman on the ph
one made her wary.

She warned herself that no matter when or where, she should never forget that men were inherently un
reliable.

When he fancied it, he could treat another woman just as he
treated her; with tender love and care that would mesmerize and captivate her soul.

But when he left on his whim and fancy, he was no different from a stranger,

Having experienced his heartlessness for a long time, Stella refused to be fooled by him again.

Weston failed to find Stella in her room but ended up bumping into her when she walked out of the kitc
hen. “Who was that on the phone just now?” Stella asked with a smile. Instead of replying, Weston wal
ked naturally to her, took the cup from her hands, and sipped on it. “I drank from it just now,” Stella insti



nctively reminded
him. He glanced at her without a word. But the look on his face told her that he did not care. “Which par
t of your body have I not seen yet? It‘s just
sharing a cup. What‘s the big deal?” Stella remained silent. She walked to the hall and switched on the
television. He sat down next to her and pulled her in his arms, gently hugging her.



Since he ended the call, Stella felt uncomfortable in his arms and instinctively wanted to avoid his touch
.

Yet, she couldn‘t be too conspicuous about the repulsion she naturally felt. Weston
could feel her resistance and tightened his hold around her as he furrowed his brows.

“What‘s the matter?”

“Nothing.” “Then why are you fussing?” “I‘m not fussing,” Stella replied with a hint of annoyance,

Weston pinched her chin and turned her face towards him. “You‘re not? Do you need a mirror to see how

Stella remained silent.

Suddenly, she sneered and said, “Are you sure you didn‘t say anything over the phone just now?”

He paused for a while as realization dawned upon him. “Were you eavesdropping on me?” he chuckled

Stella pursed her lips, clearly displeased. She turned her face away, refusing to look at him. Weston‘s sp
like this, and she wanted to lower his guard. “What else could I do? Should I treat her like I treat you, sp
no avail?”

Weston bit Stella‘s lower lip. “I don‘t have that much time to please so many women.“






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