Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 619

Stella wanted to tease him, but she regretted it. “Stop it. My scalp is turning white from being wet for so
long…”

“Shut up.” Weston’s hands were full of foam. “Do you want to sleep in the study tonight?”

Stella had wanted to tell him that she was fine with that. However, she quickly swallowed her words as
she saw the cold glint in his eyes.

She suddenly called out to him, “Weston.”

Weston did not respond.

“… Weston?” Stella hesitated a little and stared at Weston’s serious side profile. Then, she reached out
and flicked the water to his face.

“Ugh.” Weston frowned when the water hit him. He gave her a deep look with a little warning. Even so,
Stella knew he was not angry. She looked at him with a smile. “Weston?”

When he did not respond, she kept calling him.

Weston knew she wanted to play and simply ignored her. He focused on bathing her and vowed to
wash the smell off her.

Stella had never seen Weston so headstrong and focused on doing something. She was determined to
mess with him.

Therefore, she changed her tone and called him softly, “… Weston?”



It seemed like her real mischievous nature was revealing. It was her nature before her parents had died
and before reality and hard life had suffocated her.

Weston’s hands stopped for a moment. He looked at her darkly and warned, “Stay still.”

Stella smiled and was a little more obedient this time, but only on the surface.

She looked at his serious look as well as side profile and suddenly felt playful. She stretched out her
arms, as if unintentional, and she splashed all the water in the bathtub on him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I got your clothes wet…” Seeing that he did not move, Stella reached out and diligently
wiped the wet spot. However, she only made him wetter.

“Sorry. I’ll clean it for you now…”

Weston’s face grew dark, just like the dark spot on his suit pants. He looked at her with deep eyes. He
knew she was playing little tricks with him, but he did not stop her from pranking him.

Stella noticed the change in his expressions and sensed danger, so she stopped before things got
worse.

“Keep going.” Weston said, “Why did you stop?”

He looked at her with the bath ball in his hand and did not move.

Stella rubbed her nose. “I really did it by accident…”

She squatted down slowly and tried to hide her face under the water.

Weston frowned and grabbed her. “Idiot. It’s all bubbles. It’s dirty.”



Stella went with the flow and leaned against the bathtub. Then, she suddenly lifted her foot and
splashed Weston with the water.

She laughed, and her face turned a little red. Weston looked at her steadily, his hair dripping with
water.

He was wearing only a white shirt with the bottom tucked into his suit pants. It was his usual look, the
typical look of an elite president.

His white shirt was soaked through the waters, revealing his curves through the wet fabric. A drop of
water slowly trailed down his perfectly-lined jaws and dripped into his collarbone.

He was good-looking and the perfect work of God. Stella felt a little uncomfortable from his intent gaze.
She vaguely felt like she had accidentally overdone it and hurriedly put her foot down.

However, she was too late. She wanted to move, but Weston grabbed her ankle directly and pressed
her foot hard against the part of him that she dared not to look straight at


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