Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 640

There was no way Weston would let Stella get her way.

“What did you have for dinner today?” he asked, pinching her nose.

Stella wrinkled her nose and snorted before replying,” Garlic noodles. Why?”

“Did you forget what I told you?”

“No,” she argued. “You told me I could eat it once a week, didn’t you? Well, I used up that chance
today.”

Stella stirred and stretched, then yawned and turned lazily towards Weston.

“You promised me yourself that I could have it once a week,” she reminded him. “So you must make
good on your words.”

Weston leaned down and bit the tip of her nose playfully.

“When did you learn to be this sly and use my words against me, hmm?”

Just then, Stella sensed a faint smell of smoke coming from Weston’s body.

“Have you been smoking?” she asked, frowning.

“Why? Does that upset you?”

Stella turned up her nose and replied, “I can’t say I particularly like the smell…”

Weston paused and emitted a soft, quiet chuckle.



“You really do know how to get your way, don’t you?”

Stella turned over and nonchalantly asked, “Has Guinevere been talking to you then?” “You know,”
Weston began in his gravelly voice as he pressed his hand gently on her head, “sometimes I just feel
like opening up your skull to see what exactly is inside your mind.”

“I’m tired,” Stella yawned. She had no desire to talk to Weston right now. “I’m going to sleep now.”

But Weston had other ideas and pinched on her nose. He was definitely not going to let her fall asleep
just yet. “Stop it!” Stella grunted in annoyance. “I really am sleepy right now! Stop bothering me…”

Weston gazed at her wordlessly for a while, then he suddenly got up and announced, “I’m going to take
a shower.”

Stella made no reply. She lay still until Weston was gone, then out of bed to get the pills from her
handbag and quickly swallowed them.

It had been an exhausting day at work, so Weston didn’t plan to bother Stella at all. He just wanted to
come home and fall asleep with her in his arms. But when he got back into bed, he suddenly sensed
that Stella’s body was warmer than usual.

Her health had been so fragile lately that it gave Weston cause for much anxiety. He was suddenly not
sleepy anymore as he placed the palm of his hand on her forehead. “Did you catch a cold again?” he
asked her.

By then, the pills had begun to kick in, and Stella became overwhelmed by Weston’s intoxicating scent
that enveloped her. She opened her eyes, but all she saw was a blur.

“You smell so good…” she murmured hazily.



Weston chuckled hoarsely.

“Didn’t you say that you didn’t like the smell of cigarettes on my body?” he quizzed. “And now you’re
saying that I smell nice? Which one is the truth then, hmm?”

Stella stared at his Adam’s apple rolling up and down as he spoke as if mesmerized by its movements.
The pills were now in full swing, and she could no longer control herself. She wrapped her arms around
him lustfully, nuzzled up to his neck, and brushed her lips ever so gently against his ear. “Hurry up and
hold me!” she whispered urgently.

Weston’s eyes darkened dangerously.

“Do you know what you’re doing right now?” he cautioned her.

Stella nodded.

“Why are you still hesitating? Are you too tired today?” Hearing that she was questioning his strength,
Weston’s expressions changed immediately. “You’re not going to get much sleep tonight,” he stated
rhetorically.

As a successful businessman, Weston always prided himself on doing what he promised. The only
place he would ever pull any tricks was in bed with Stella.

But he was not in bed when he said the last sentence, and true to his words , Stella did indeed get very
little sleep that night.

The next day…


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