Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 1048

She used to think that a man like Weston probably did not know how to take care of himself in terms of daily chores. Perhaps that would be his sole weakness.

But then again, although someone of his stature had no need to bother himself with such trivial matters, that did not mean he did not know how to do it.

He had rarely ever stepped into the kitchen, yet he could easily rustle up a dish that tasted pretty good in spite of his inexperience.

Stella could not help but wonder how such a lucky man could exist in this world. Everything he wanted was seemingly served up on a silver platter for him. There was just nothin

“Judging by your expression,” Weston scrutinized her closely, “it doesn‘t look like you enjoyed the food.”

Stella smiled and put her spoon down. She looked straight into his eyes earnestly and said, “I have a question for you, Weston. Do you always get what you want? Was there eve

He paused before responding, “Why ask that all of a sudden?”

Stella smiled and replied, “I just always felt like you have everything you desire. It‘s such an enviable position …”

His eyes gradually clouded over. He massaged his brows as a helpless expression cropped up on his face.

“Who said that I have everything I desire?” he asked.” You know what I desire the most, and yet you can‘t give it to me.”

“And yet, I’m still by your side,” she reminded him. “That‘s true,” he replied. “And yet, you are still by my side.”

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He ran his fingers through her hair and gently toyed with a strand of it between his fingers, adding, “You‘re already by my side, but why am I still unsatisfied? Why do I still desire

Ever since Zachary died, the two of them had never spoken so casually with each other before.

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Stella had no intention of asking him if he was with Guinevere or what they had been doing together yesterday.

Likewise, Weston had no intention of telling her what happened to Roger.

Once they finished their food, Weston cleaned up the table and went back into the kitchen. He then came up to

Stella and held her in his arms.

“Do you want to go back to sleep, or would you like to take a walk instead?” he asked.

“Let‘s take a walk.”

They then went into the back garden.

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A stroll so early in the morning felt like a strange deviation from their usual habits.

Stella sat on the swing, feeling a little lightheaded.

“You didn‘t sleep well last night, did you?” Weston asked, kneeling in front of her and holding her calf in his hand. He found that her skin felt cold to the touch.

“You should go back inside and put on more clothes before coming out,” he frowned.

“No,” she shook her head. “I‘m not cold.”

Weston‘s grip tightened as he squeezed her calf. “How could you say that when your skin feels so cold?”

Stella paused suddenly and looked down at him. As her toes touched the ground she asked him, “Did… something happen?”

She felt that Weston was unusually gentle and considerate today. If nothing had happened, why would he suddenly change abruptly, especially when they were still mad at each

Weston briefly fell into silence. His warmth spread from his palm onto the skin on her calf. It felt scorching. He had to admit that he felt guilty about what

had happened to Roger.

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“Nothing happened,” he insisted. “Why ask?” “No reason,” Stella shook her head. “I just feel you’ve been acting a little weird.”

She withdrew her leg and released it from his grip. Weston made no objection to this. He rose to his feet and went back into

the bedroom to get her a pair of cotton slippers, which he then helped her put on her feet. Then he gently draped another coat on her shoulders.

“Be careful, or you‘ll catch a cold,” he said. Stella stopped mid–swing when she heard those words and sprang up to her feet.

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“I don‘t want to stay here anymore…” she said. “I want to go back to bed.”

Weston had just made all the effort to make her warm, yet she suddenly changed her mind and wanted to go back to

bed. It was a little too obvious that she was doing it on purpose.

He stared at her but said nothing before picking her up in his arms and carrying her back into their bedroom.

He then gently tucked her under the blanket.

Upon noticing that he was leaving, she reached out a hand to grab his wrist.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

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