Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 112

Chapter 112 It was not Stella’s first time saying something like that to him. She kept begging him to let her go.

Weston was not totally unaffected, but he chose to ignore those strange emotions bottled up in him. Never had he experienced such an uncontrollable urge.

The car stopped beside a quiet road. Weston rolled down the window and rested his arm on the window. He lit a cigarette and held Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

it between his fingers, but he did not smoke it. He just left it like that. When the lit cigarette butt reached his fingertips, a subtle pain pinched his skin. He dusted off the ashes and looked at Stella. “I’ve told you. Your only option is to follow me. You can name any price you want.” “Why? You already have Guinevere. Why can’t you let me go?”

When she asked him this, the man’s eyes flickered slightly before he fell silent again. It was unclear whether he was asking himself a question, or asking her.

“What do you think?”

He did not know either. He could not understand his desire for her. Why? What was it for?

Did he only want her because he did not have enough of her during the marriage? Did he want more of her body? If he did, he would have slept with her last night. However, he did not. He just held her in his arms and slept all night. Even Weston was confused. He could not figure out what he was thinking. He would like to ask Stella what she did to make him less and less like himself.

“It’s impossible between us. You should give up.” Stella took a deep breath. “I can’t become your secret lover just for some money…” “You’re working so hard that you’re willing to work at that kind of place. I thought you wouldn’t mind having more money.” “It’s not the same!” Stella replied. “That’s my job. I’m

earning money legally. I don’t have to mind others’ opinions of me. But what about you? You’re forcing me to be your secret lover. What will others think of me?”

She could not forget the way Yvonne looked at her earlier. It was unbearable. There was no disgust in her eyes, but only complicated emotions and disappointment. Very few people truly cared about her since her parents died. Only Roger and Yvonne cared about her.

If she got involved in Weston’s relationship as the third party, how could she continue to stay in the training center? How could she face Yvonne?

“You keep talking, but you still care about that woman the most.” Weston put out his cigarette and unbuttoned his collar in annoyance. “If you care about her presence so much, I’ll take care of it for you.”

“What are you going to do?” Stella’s eyes widened in shock. “This is between us. Don’t involve others!” “You know we shouldn’t drag others into this, so why are you rejecting me for the sake of others?”

“I’m not rejecting you for anyone. I just don’t want to be with you. Don’t you understand? There’s no turning back between us! You’re the one who asked for a divorce. You asked me to abort the child. On the rooftop, you didn’t choose Guinevere over me. The moment you told, me to die, it was over for the both of us! Why do you have to barge into my life over and over again ”

“Don’t ask me that question again,” Weston interjected her in exasperation. He closed the window and unbuckled his seat belt without hesitation. Then, he moved to the passenger seat and put the seat down.

He grabbed Stella’s wrist and pressed it on top of her head. Then, he lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

“Do I need a reason to do something? All I want is you. I won’t give up no matter what. Your only option is to submit to me,” he gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear with an imperative dominance. Stella shut her trembling eyes. “Why don’t you just kill me now?” If he were to control her life, she would rather not live.