Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1178

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Chapter 1178

The streetlights were dim, and pedestrians were scarce. The night sky was dotted with stars; the background was a

boundless horizon.

The tall man stood in the light, his shadow stretched out infinitely with the light from his back, exuding subtle

loneliness.

Stella walked to the balcony and looked down with her phone in her hand. “What business do you have that you

come looking for me?”

“Why don’t you ask me how I got your address?”

She laughed. “Do I have to? Who in Ahn City would not know about your ability? It is just an address. Anyone who

has it will send it to you.”

Hearing her teasing tone, Weston raised his head and looked at the slender figure on the balcony and said with a

hoarse voice, “You come down, or I come up?”

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She withdrew her eyes and leaned on the railing behind her, leaving him with only a back view.

A moment later, she looked at her nails and said indifferently, “I’m not going down, and you don’t have to come up.

It’s good for us to be separated by a distance like this.”

Of course, he could understand what she implied.

Thus, he hung up the call without saying anything.

Seeing that he had been standing there and did not seem to be doing anything, she turned around and returned to

her room.

Elias and Emma slept were sleeping soundly, with serene smiles on their little faces.

She immediately relaxed from her state of tension a while ago. As soon as she looked at them, it was as if all the

worries in the world had disappeared.

She leaned forward, gave Elias and Emma a kiss on their cheeks, propped her hands on the bed, and watched for a

while before gingerly leaving the room.

It was past midnight, but the man downstairs hadn’t yet left.

The moon cast a pale light over him, and there was a floor of cigarette butts.

Stella was sound asleep and did not notice the man downstairs at all, believing that he must have left long ago.

The next morning, seeing that Elias and Emma had not woken up, she cleaned up a bit and went downstairs to

throw the garbage.

Out of her expectation, she saw Weston still standing under the streetlight just after she stepped out through the

front door.

He was dressed in a thin black trench coat, covering his tall and strong figure. His broad shoulders and small waist

made him look just like a one point eight meters tall male model in a fashion show.

His shoulders were cast with a layer of morning ray, like the afterglow left by last night‘s starlight.

Hearing the noise, Weston raised his eyes lightly and looked this way.

“Stella.”

His voice was extremely hoarse, as if all that cigarettes he had been binging on had burnt his throat. Each and

every word he said was heavy with dense smoke.

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She knitted her eyebrows, turned around, and looked at him.

Then, she cast her eyes down and saw the cigarette butts on the ground beside the man.

There was still a cigarette burning in between his fingers, glowing with red light.

The smoke went up and blended with the morning light, highlighting the man’s defined features.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, her movement was

elegant and gentle. “Have you been standing here all night, Mr. Ford?”

“You didn’t come down and would not let me go up, so I could only wait here.”

He heard the ridicule in her words, and said lightly, without any emotion, “Anyway, I have waited for three years, I

don’t mind waiting for this bit of time.”

He was not being polite.

Without her by his side, his insomnia had been incurable.

It was just another sleepless night. There was nothing to be sorry about.

It was better to be standing near her apartment.

Stella raised her eyebrows and tapped her fingertips on her arm. “Since you are so patient, then you can continue

to wait.”

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