Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 560

Chapter 560

Weston’s eyes were still cold and distant, but they fixated on her. He was now sitting in bed and
seemed to have no intention to come over and help Stella up to her feet.

It was clear to her that he was still angry. He was mad over her recklessness in going to a place like a
bar and even provoking someone there, causing him trouble. Knowing this, she did not expect him to
come to help her, and she slowly got up herself.

Now that the lamp was on, she could easily pick up the first aid kit and place it in front of him. She sat
down on the bed and slowly untied his nightdress without looking at him. She pulled his sleeve down to
reveal a large, fresh wound on his shoulder.

With his entire shoulder exposed, Stella could clearly see his bulging muscles. His body looked strong
and smooth, even more, impressive than some fashion model’s.

Weston remained silent. Stella said nothing either.

As she focused on the wound, her eyes were caught by the bruises on his knuckles. It was plain that
he didn’t pull his punches when he beat up Rory.

Stella paused, then got the antiseptic, the iodine, some cotton swabs, and the gauze from the first aid
kit. Then she proceeded to clean his wound.

The second the alcohol touched the wound, an acute stinging

sensation coursed through Weston’s body. But he remained expressionless . All he did was quietly fix
his gaze on Stella’s face.

It was as if time stood still. Only the clock on the wall was ticking.



Each of Stella’s touches was very gentle, as gentle as a feather brushing against his skin. The sting
caused by the antiseptic was nothing compared to the tickling sensation induced by Stella’s touches.

Wherever she touched him, she brought about an inexplicable

tickling that brought him over the edge.

After taking care of the wounds on his arm, Stella looked up at Weston’s face once again. She
discovered it was full of cuts and bruises too, not as much as the ones on Rory, of course, but it was
evident of the severe damage he had taken.

Those cuts exposed to water when he was in the bathroom had been somewhat bleached white.
Without saying a word, Stella reached her hand up to clean them with the antiseptic…

“What are you doing?” he suddenly asked, grabbing her wrist.

“Isn’t it obvious ?” Stella responded. “I’m cleaning your wounds, of course!”

She had just taken care of the cuts on his arm, so naturally, it was now time to move on to his face.
Was that not to be expected? Stella wondered why he needed to ask her such a stupid question.

sensation coursed through Weston’s body. But he remained expressionless . All he did was quietly fix
his gaze on Stella’s face.

It was as if time stood still. Only the clock on the wall was ticking



Each of Stella’s touches was very gentle, as gentle as a feather brushing against his skin. The sting
caused by the antiseptic was nothing compared to the tickling sensation induced by Stella’s touches.

Wherever she touched him, she brought about an inexplicable tickling that brought him over the edge.



After taking care of the wounds on his arm, Stella looked up at Weston’s face once again. She
discovered it was full of cuts and bruises too, not as much as the ones on Rory, of course, but it was
evident of the severe damage he had taken.

Those cuts exposed to water when he was in the bathroom had been somewhat bleached white.
Without saying a word, Stella reached her hand up to clean them with the antiseptic…

“What are you doing?” he suddenly asked, grabbing her wrist.

“Isn’t it obvious ?” Stella responded. “I’m cleaning your wounds, of course!”

She had just taken care of the cuts on his arm, so naturally, it was now time to move on to his face.
Was that not to be expected? Stella wondered why he needed to ask her such a stupid question.

Hearing this, Weston let go of her hand. He still looked gloomy, though. He didn’t say that he would
allow her to go on, but he didn’t stop her either.

The truth was, he hated it when people touched his face. It didn’t matter how close that person was to
him; he still loathed

Even Stella could work out during their short marriage that Weston had a strong sense of personal
boundaries . But right now, she didn’t think much of it since she was focused on getting his wounds
cleaned up.

So she went on and carefully applied the medicine to his face.

As she did so, she couldn’t help but marvel at how much luck had been on Weston’s side. With this
flawless face of his, it didn’t matter how many bruises or scars he got-it only served to make him look
more striking and add more character to his look



On the other hand, Rory got just a few more bruises than

How different these two people were!

Once Stella was done treating his wounds, she was about to clean everything up when she saw
Weston glumly lying back down in bed.

Apart from the few words he uttered just now, he had been practically silent the whole time.

Stella opened her mouth to say something, but she hesitated, and no words came out. She just turned
around and went out of the room to return the first aid kit to Joan.

When she got back into the room, all she could see was Weston lying there with his eyes closed.

Her shoulders slumped instantly. She was utterly exhausted.


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