Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 413

“Not serious? It’s turned blue!” Weston growled even as he stared at the large patch of bruise over
Stella’s back. The blood in the middle had clotted into blackness with only small tinges of red visible in
between.

However, the red somehow made her injury appear even more gruesome.

“Doing this to yourself… Are you an idiot?”

Unable to look anymore, Weston lowered her blouse.

Nonetheless, Stella appeared upset at his accusation. “It’s my job-and like I said, it’s not serious.”

Weston grabbed her by the arm and spun her around right then. However, he did not know that she
was injured over the arm as well, and he promptly let go when he heard her gasp in pain, even as he
withheld all the harsh words he was about to throw at her while watching her reaction.

“Did that hurt?”

Stella nodded.

Weston had to restrain his flaring rage right then, and gently moved Stella so that she was seated in a
comfortable position. Then, he helped her take off her jacket and carefully rolled up her sleeves.

It turned out that her arm was the part where she was hurt the most-because she was falling headlong
to the ground while being suspended with high-tension wires, she had shielded her head by instinct in
the urgency of the moment.



It was the same if she had expected any other vital anatomy was going to be hurt, so her arms were
now a gruesome sight of purple-blue bruising. Most of her outer skin had peeled off as well, baring the
dermis layer beneath while caking her blouse with sticky blotches of blood.

To make things worse, Stella gasped audibly when Weston took her clothes off.

Restraining his headache, he coolly reprimanded her, “You deserved that.”



However, although he was definitely cold and angry, Stella did not find it that way. She was quietly
staring at Weston’s somber visage, feeling for an instant that Weston genuinely cared for her.

Be that as it may, she banished the thought from her mind in the next instant-if he really did care about
her, he would not have hurt her repeatedly, or hidden her as if she must never be allowed to see the
light.

That was especially the case when Guinevere was around, who would blame Stella for everything she
could possibly come up with, while Stella was left with no comeback. He was almost insistent in
denying her dignity and keeping her vulnerable to everyone’s contempt, and yet he would also try to
heal her wounds, tenderly attending to the hurt she suffered.

Even if he was the cause, he would protect her without regard to the consequences.

It was an irony that left Stella feeling even worse.

Perhaps because it had been a long time since anyone had protected her, anyone who showered her
with the slightest warmth and affection would stir her emotionally.

However, she would tell herself that Weston’s tenderness was no love, but simply possessiveness.



On the other hand, Weston watched as Stella kept quiet and moved off to a corner, he thought that she
was upset, and noticed then that his tone had indeed been a little too overbearing. His expression
turned mild right then. “If I remember correctly, I’ve told the film crew not to let you shoot sequences on
high-tension wires.”| Realizing that Weston might be pursuing the matter, Stella quickly said, “I
volunteered-I’d rather not slow the film’s shooting progress.” “But I remember that your parts are
finished, “Weston countered, not about to give in on the issue. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”


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