Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 581

Cough, cough...

The black liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth onto her collarbone, a stark contrast to her pale
face.

Weston grabbed some napkins and wiped her mouth, coaxing
tenderly into her ear. “Be good, take some medicine so you‘ll feel better, all right?”

He wasn‘t sure whether Stella heard his words, but she simply
hummed in response and turned her face away.

Weston fed her another spoonful.

Stella‘s brows furrowed tightly in a sign of protest.

Before she could swallow the medicine, she coughed persistently as if she had choked.

Cough, cough, cough...

Weston placed the bowl on the bedside table and patted her back gently. “Slow down.”

A moment later, Stella recovered herself but remained semi-conscious.

She shut her eyes and fell back asleep.

Weston looked at her weak state and sighed helplessly.“ You really do know how to torture someone.”

Stella wasn’t completely knocked out and could hear what he said.



She was caught in between a state
of alertness and confusion, and she could even make out that familiar musk of his cologne.

She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they‘d been nailed shut, and they were
unable to open.

It was like a blanket of thick mist surrounded her; even if she managed to open her eyes, she wouldn‘t
be able to see anything anyway.

Her temperature was still high, and Weston had to get Joan to fill another basin of water to clean
up the medicine residue on her body and fetch another dose of medicine.

“Those with high fever may not be able to drink anything ...” Joan reminded.

“We might need to give. Ms. Steele an injection later.”

Weston’s brows furrowed upon seeing Stella shudder subconsciously at the mention of the
word “injection.”

She feared needles.

He made this discovery long ago when Stella donated her blood to Guinevere.

“Give her the medicine first,” he said.

“But she might refuse it entirely….” Joan hesitated. “She spat it all out.”

Weston didn‘t say anything further as he simply stared at Stella, who was sound asleep.

He picked up the bowl, took a spoonful of the medicine, and covered her lips with his.

Stella wasn‘t conscious and therefore did not have her guard up against him.



Weston pried her mouth open and fed the medicine to her through his mouth.

Bitterness filled her entire mouth.

Stella furrowed her brows, but before she could react to what was happening, she
felt an inexplicable force sending the medicine into her throat.

The warmth swept past her throat so swiftly that she was forced to swallow it down.

Cough, cough… Cough, cough, cough...

She began coughing again, but thankfully, she did not spit out the medicine this time.

Weston saw that the method worked and fed her the rest of the medicine with his mouth.

Joan immediately turned around and left the room without a word.

Although an elderly woman, she wasn‘t exactly traditional or conservative.

“Mr. Ford and Ms. Steele share such a great relationship ...” she lamented as she left the bedroom and s

The two of them were left alone inside.

After feeding her the last mouthful , Weston placed the bowl on the bedside table.

The moment he turned back, he saw Stella with her eyes open. He had no idea when she’d woken up.

Her eyes were bright as they stared right at him as ifpondering over something. Stella had a pair of
beautiful eyes, bright and crystal clear.

Coupled with the dazed look on her face, it made one yearn to dote on her and love her.



Weston‘s heart trembled as a ridiculous idea popped into his mind.


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