Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 1063 Stella’s feeling at this point was no longer sadness, but outright boredom and annoyance.

Yes, she was bored. She did not see the point of living in the world anymore. She had no interest in any of these.

The world had no one she cherished.

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She was still alive, bụt barely. It wasn‘t until her fingers were white from soaking in the water that she got out.

Weston was already waiting for her in the living room. When he saw her come out, his eyes were full of disapproval

. “Your hand is injured. You shouldn’t have showered yourself.” Stella‘s mouth tugged slightly. “It‘s just a shower. It‘s

not like I broke my hand. What‘s wrong with bathing myself?”

Weston looked at her steadily and sensed her unusual mood. He pulled her to the sofa and sat her down.

“What? Did the person you met today give you a hard time?”

Weston thought Stella was depressed because she must‘ve had a bad meeting with Michael and Diana.

Stella looked at him indifferently and suddenly said

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something meaningful, “With you, who would hurt me?”

Weston‘s hand movements paused for a moment. He knew what she said was not a compliment, but he still nudged

the tip of her nose. “I’m glad you know.”

Weston was very indulgent with her. He gave her everything except for letting her leave. Stella laughed, but no one

knew why she was laughing. She did not seem to be laughing at anything. She just laughed. It was a pure smile.

Perhaps, she found it funny

Weston looked down at the small wounds that dotted her hand. Before he applied for the medicine, he said in a

deep voice, “Endure it. It might hurt a little.”

Weston disinfected her wound and then used tweezers to pick up the thorns lodged in her flesh. Some of the thorns

appeared to have gotten stuck so deep into her flesh that it showed how bemused she must‘ve been while handling

the roses.

Thus, Weston could not help but lecture her. “You still don‘t know how to take care of yourself.” Her skin was so pale

from soaking for so long in the bath. The blood from the wound had been washed away, leaving the transparent

edges of the skin exposed to the elements.

Weston frowned slightly and simply clipped off those

edges a little. “Don‘t let yourself be hurt again. Try not to bleed,” Weston said, subconsciously making his

movements lighter. “You know your blood type. It‘s hard to get supply. If something happens, you‘ll be in great

danger.”

Stella looked down at his serious side profile and hid the flash of contempt in her eyes. She said faintly, “You won‘t

put me in any danger, would

you?”

Weston‘s movements paused slightly. His fingers lingered on her skin for a moment, then raised his hand to pinch

her cheek gently.

“As long as you listen to me.”

Weston‘s movement was gentle, but he worked quickly.

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Soon, Stella‘s hand was fully wrapped in a bandage.

“Remember to keep it away from water,” he ordered.

Stella looked at him and suddenly put her hand on his hair and stroked it gently. Weston was a little shocked. He

looked up at her. “What‘s wrong?”

Stella shook her head. “It just occurred to me. I haven‘t heard about Roger in a long time...”

She paused for a moment while waiting for Weston‘s response. Weston‘s expression did not change. Instead,

he put the remaining bandages on the table back into the medical kit before saying calmly, “I remember you saying

that you‘ve cut ties with him.”

Stella watched his expression quietly, not wanting to miss a single change. ‘Will his face ever show the slightest

guilt?‘ she wondered.

“I‘ve cut him off, but he’s still the only family I have. I just want to know how he‘s doing without bothering or letting

him know I‘m asking about him. Is that okay?”

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