Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 648

Weston kept to his word and only allowed Stella to eat junk food once a week.

From then on, all the meals that Joan whipped up were nutritious. They tasted delicious, but Stella
never had much of an appetite and often ate just a little before returning to her workstation.

Joan felt perturbed at the possibility that her cooking skills might have deteriorated . She glanced at
Weston, who was seated on the couch, and asked, “Sir, shall I cook something else and send it to Ms.
Steele?”

“No need for that.” Weston looked in the direction of Stella’s workstation. “Let her be.”

Joan nodded and went off to busy herself with other things.

Stella would be shooting the film’s last scene tomorrow, and she was taking it very seriously. She
glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already eleven o’clock at night.

She stretched her arms out and saw a dim light coming from the corridor outside. That indicated that
Weston was probably still awake, and her heart sank.

She took out the bottle of medicine and pondered for a moment before popping one.

She had just swallowed the pill down with a gulp of water when her door was opened. Weston stood by
the doorway, wearing a deep blue robe.” Still awake?”

He had washed up and was ready for bed; his usually neat, slicked-back hair drooped casually at the
side of his forehead, softening his sharp, handsome features.

Stella put down the script in her hands. “I’m just about to sleep.”



Weston nodded and turned to leave, though he left the door ajar behind him.

Stella walked into the bedroom and saw Weston already on the bed. When he saw her enter the room,
he put down the book in his hand.

“Go take a shower,” he told her.

Stella nodded and walked into the bathroom. The warm water splashed on her body, accompanying the
rise in her body temperature as the medicine took its effect.

She shut her eyes and stood under the shower, trying to recall what time she had taken the medicine.
Perhaps it was because she had been taking so much lately that she felt its effects more intensely
during this period.

Conversely, she would feel more tired after the medicine’s effects faded.

There were still two more weeks before Zeta was scheduled to return from her business trip. Only until
then was she able to get her hands on some new medicine.

They had sex till late last night, and Weston didn’t intend to do anything to her tonight.

A while after the shower stopped running, he saw Stella walking out dressed in a robe. Before he
spoke a word, she threw open the covers and dove into bed. Her slightly cold skin touched him,
carrying with it moisture fresh from her shower. The temperature began rising.

He furrowed his brows and pressed the back of his hand on her forehead. “Do you feel sick again?”

Stella shook her head.

The smell and temperature of his body surrounded her and stole her senses. She rubbed her forehead
submissively against his palm and crooned, “Let’s sleep



Although that was what she suggested, her actions completely contrasted with her statement.

Weston grabbed her arm and surveyed her. “You didn’t get enough rest last night, and you’re still trying
to create trouble for yourself tonight?”

Stella remained silent as she reached out to unravel his robe sash. Weston grabbed her wrist before
she could do any further damage.

He flipped her around, and both of them instantly changed positions.

He hovered above her, and even amid her hazy daze, she could feel his intense stare.

Weston lifted her chin and gave her a hard kiss.

It was like a raging fire encountering light, gentle rain, vaporizing it in an instant, then repeating itself
again in endless torrents.

The next morning.


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