Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 1191 “Don‘t move. Just let me hug you for a while.”

Stella seemed to catch on to what he was doing and glanced at the Cullinan through the rearview mirror. She

chuckled and made no objections.

Meanwhile, in the other car, Weston‘s eyes turned gloomy as he stared at the appalling sight of the two people

hugging. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He said nothing, he just switched

on the turn signal and honked

The screeching noise rang through the parking lot.

Bradley straightened up in his seat and whispered to Stella, “He looks angry now. Do you need my help?”

“No,” she replied. “I‘ll deal with him myself.”

“Are you sure you don‘t need my help?” Bradley asked again, staring deeply at her. Now that he had provoked

Weston‘s ire, there was no way he‘d let things go without causing some trouble.

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He was, in fact, waiting for Stella to speak up, to ask for his help.

But all she did was shake her head lightly as she toyed with her earrings with her fingers. Looking away from him,

she said, “This is my problem. I‘m not about to drag

someone else in.”

So she still regarded him as an outsider, keeping him at an arm‘s length. Bradley‘s eyes darkened. He knew that he

couldn‘t be too rash about this.

He pushed the door open and got out of the car, and when he walked past the Cullinan, he paused and looked

straight into the eyes of the man inside it. Their eyes glinted in the shadows like daggers. The temperature seemed

to drop suddenly, and the air in the surroundings turned frosty.

It was only a brief glance before Bradley withdrew his gaze and turned to leave without looking back.

Stella gazed indifferently at the black luxury car through the rearview mirror without saying or doing anything. Once

she had seen Bradley safely entering the elevator, she turned her car around and drove away.

As expected, Weston slammed the gas pedal and started to tailgate her, seemingly without any hurry at all, as if he

was playing a cat–and–mouse game with her. Stella remained silent. Every once in a while, her fingers tapped on

the steering wheel listlessly. She drove on like that for some time until she suddenly realized that the black car that

had been following her was gone.

She chuckled. Was that already too much for him to handle?

She shook her head. Then she gave no more thought about it and drove straight home.

When she reached the apartment, she pushed the elevator button and walked in. Suddenly, a hand appeared out of

the dark, forcing the elevator door open

Before Stella could react, a tall and muscular man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist appeared before her.

His black inky eyes were staring fixedly at her. His strikingly handsome face was illuminated by the elevator light,

making his elegant features seem even more pronounced.

He said nothing at all. With a cold, stony face, he grabbed her wrists and dragged her out of the elevator, just as he

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did at the private lounge earlier. But this time, Stella had lost all her patience for him. She scowled at him and

demanded, “Let go of me!”

The man did not seem to hear her at all. He dragged her to a dark corner nearby and pinned her on the wall with

both his hands holding her shoulders tight.

“Have you had enough fun?” he asked, his eyes peering down at her.

Stella wanted to shove him away, but he had locked her hands in place and pressed her hard against the wall,

forcing her to look into his eyes. “I‘ll ask you again,” he repeated, “have you had enough fun?”

“What are you talking about?” she frowned. “Are you trying to threaten me again?” “I‘m not,” he whispered,

leaning down close to her ear.“ I‘m just...”

He could not finish his sentence, either because he had no idea what to say next or because he was still lost in

thoughts. It was a long while before he spoke up again with a calmer tone, whispering, “I want to see the twins.”

Stella‘s body stiffened instantly. Then she violently shoved him away as if she had just gotten an electric shock.

“What right do you have to demand to see them?” she snapped. “Who do you think you are?!”

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