Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 584

Her thoughts were still all over the place when Weston said, “You still have a mild fever.”

He kept the thermometer away. “The family doctor will be here later.”

“There‘s no need to go to such trouble.” Stella furrowed her brows. “I‘m fine now.”

She looked at the clock and noticed that it was in the wee hours of the morning.

If the family doctor were to come, Joan probably wouldn‘t have much time to rest.

“Let‘s not bother others...”

“Have you ever considered the fact that they might be very happy to be bothered?”

Weston lifted his hand and tucked her hair behind her

ear. “If they weren‘t bothered, the family doctor wouldn‘t have a reason to exist, and I
wouldn‘t need to hire Joan at such a high salary. They‘d be out of a job if you don‘t have any needs.”

His words rendered Stella speechless.

Perhaps she was still not completely alert yet because of her mile fever. She pulled the
sheets high up and wriggled in. “I want to sleep and don‘t want to see anyone else...”

His eyes shifted. “You‘re an adult, but you‘re still afraid to see the doctor?”

Stella shook her head.

She was just worried about injections.



She hated injections .
Even though she didn‘t say it out loud, Weston knew what she was thinking and rubbed her head affect
ionately. “Don‘t worry. He‘ll just be here to do a check–up.”

Nonetheless, Stella refused to believe him. “You‘re lying just so I‘ll be fooled into getting an injection...”

Weston stared at her before lowering his head in a chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” Stella asked, upset.

“Nothing.” Weston rubbed her head again and stood up to leave.

When he returned, a first–aid kit was in his hand.

Stella saw him sit by the bedside , where he unwrapped her sheets and pulled out her leg.

She quickly held his wrist down. “What are you trying to do?”

Weston didn‘t look at her. Instead, he placed her leg on his knees.
“Your foot‘s injured. If I don‘t treat it, you might not even be able to walk tomorrow.”

Stella was stunned for a moment as she followed his gaze and saw a
tiny blister on her foot. A strange feeling occurred in her heart.

He had managed to discover such a small injury on her foot.

She had dressed up magnificently for the banquet , and Bradley and
Angelina were both impressed by how stunning she looked. Yet, she was the only one
who knew how painful the heels were for her feet.

Before her parents passed away, she had been doted on like a princess and was never willing to try out
such things that made her uncomfortable.



Subsequently, she was so consumed with making a living for herself and Roger that
she found herself no time to dress up.

Things like high heels that were beautiful but impractical were not things she could be bothered with.

Stella had thought that she disguised herself very well, yet Weston could still sense it.

She pressed his hand down to stop him. “Let me do it myself.”

She retracted her legs to avoid his touch.

Weston furrowed his brows, dissatisfied with her actions. He almost
forcefully pried his hand away from hers.“ You‘re still running a fever.”

Her cheeks were still slightly flushed.

Weston easily overcame her weak struggles and placed her leg back on his knees. He lowered his
head and focused on treating her blister.

He moved carefully and delicately, cautious about treating it well.

Stella was resistant at first, and her face was tensed up. Moments later, she found herself lowering her g

She didn’t know what ointment Weston had applied on her. It felt cold at first but heated up on her
skin quickly after.

His slightly coarse fingers rubbed gently around the blister on her ankle, which made the pain in that
area more bearable for Stella, although it still felt slightly uncomfortable.

Weston saw her relax and lifted his head to look into her eyes. “Feeling better?”



Stella could see her own reflection in his eyes and nodded her head in a daze.

“Yes.”

Weston lowered his head again, focussing on rubbing the ointment on the ankle.


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