Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1062

Chapter 1062 Weston came into the living room and glanced at the sofa. “Stella?”

Stella was nowhere to be found. Joan was out working, so the house was empty. Weston furrowed his brow as a dull

feeling of restlessness surged through him.

Weston searched the bedroom and did not find Stella. Then, he went to the back garden to look. There was still no

one in sight.

Weston‘s face sank instantly.

He couldn‘t stand it any longer, but he couldn‘t see her when he came home. Then, just as he was about to call her,

soft footsteps came from behind him.

Weston turned around and saw Stella appear behind him, holding a handful of thorny noses. Her face was covered

in dirt, and her hair was disheveled. Her white nightgown had a few cuts and holes.

Weston moved his gaze down and stopped at her pale hands. The thorns of the rose had pierced her skin, leaving

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spots of blood.

She just stood there, looking at him but not saying a word.

Black hair and red roses... Stella‘s face was so pale that

she looked like a white, delicate, lifeless doll.

Weston‘s eyes looked dazed for a moment. Then, he came back to his senses and strode over to her. He put his

hand on her shoulder and asked, “Where have you been?”

Stella looked into his eyes and saw his urgency and pressure. She was quite surprised to find herself so calm when

seeing Weston. She heard her voice answer him calmly, “The roses I planted were blooming, so I went to pick a

few.” Weston frowned harder. “Are you still fiddling with your flowers and plants?”

He took her hand and looked at the bruises on her palm, and his face stiffened up. “Don‘t do that ever again.”

“Why not?” Stella frowned. “Are you afraid I‘ll poison someone again?”

Weston‘s grip on her tightened. It was so hard and

painful, but Stella didn‘t cry out. Stella stared at him blankly. She wanted to find some other emotion in his eyes, but

there was nothing. How could he be so calm, she wondered.

‘How can you be so calm...‘

Weston drove Roger to his death and kept it to himself. He hid the truth from her.

How could he stand in front of her without any guilt?

Weston‘s gaze was oppressive.

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He swept his cold gaze over her, put her hands together, and avoided the tiny wounds on her. He threw the roses in

her hands aside and ordered, “Don‘t say these stupid things again.” He looked down and kissed the back of her

hand, which had no wounds. “I‘ll go get some medicine.” Stella saw him get up and leave, so she turned and went

to the bathroom.

She was not as precious as Weston thought. She turned on the shower, letting the cold water cascade over her.

She put her hands under the water and rinsed them hard. It stung a little, but she did not care. The clothes on her

body were a bit of a nuisance. It clung to her skin with an uncomfortable and sticky feeling. She ripped it off and

threw the white dress aside. No amount of scrubbing could get rid of that bitter annoyance in her heart.

She felt that the switch to the emotions in her heart was broken.

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