Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1258

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Chapter 1258

Stella couldn’t tell how long Weston’s kiss was before he finally released her.

He was still breathing heavily when he planted another kiss on the top of her cupid’s bow and asked her, “Do you want another

one?”

Stella’s mind was completely blank at this point. The alcohol content of the wine was too high and she was feeling quite dizzy now.

Gettin no answer, Weston put another ice cube into his mouth and kissed her again.

Her lips were so numb now that she couldn’t feel them. She simply couldn’t believe how brazenly shameless this man could get…

Meanwhile, Nicole was pacing back and forth restlessly outside the tent.

A member of the crew informed her that dinner was served, but she had no choice but to reluctantly refuse.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said.

She wanted to stay there and wait for Weston to come out. She had heard some noises emerging from inside the tent that made

her blush and her heart race. She clenched

her fists, but she had no courage to barge in there.

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Slap!

When the kiss ended, Stella struck him right away.

But Weston was used to her slaps by now. Without a change in his expressions, he asked her, “Did you hurt your

hand slapping me?”

As he spoke, he lifted up her hand and kissed the spot on her palm that had gotten red from striking him.

Stella quickly yanked her hand away from him as if she had just gotten an electric shock. She stared at him

incredulously and said, “You’ve become so… So…”

She thought that even the word “perverted” was too kind for a man like him. In that instant, she couldn’t think of a

vicious enough word to hurl at him.

Weston chuckled under his breath and stroked her hair lovingly. “If you can’t think of a word, then just forget it and

eat something instead, okay? You took a long walk today. You must be tired.”

“I’ll have no appetite so long as you’re still here,” she spat ruthlessly.

“You can turn away when you eat.”

Stella had nothing more to say to him, though she still hadn’t touched any of the food he brought her.

“I’m serious,” she said. “I don’t want to eat anything right now.”

“But it’s time for dinner,” he insisted. “You should at least take a few bites.”

He looked at her bony shoulders and reached out his hand to caress them.

“You’re so skinny now,” he said. “How can you stay healthy if you don’t eat something?”

“That’s none of your business,” she told him irritably. ” Stop being so nosy.”

“I’m not being nosy,” he argued. “I just want you to take good care of yourself. Only then can I stop worrying.”

“In the past three years, not only have I been taking good care of myself, but I’ve raised my two children at the

same time, so don’t bother worrying about me. I don’t need it. If there’s nothing else, can you please get out of my

sight? You’re disturbing my work!”

Weston said nothing. He sat down beside her and told her, “If you’re not eating, then I’m not either:”

“Do whatever you want! Why would I care?”

Stella scowled at him, slightly amused by what he said just now.

He could not still be thinking that she cared about him, could he?

They both fell silent.

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But the silence was soon broken by Nicole’s voice coming from outside.

“Ms. Sealey! Are you in there?”

She was clever this time. She did not call out Weston’s

name right away, but decided to call for Stella instead.

Stella froze for a moment. She recognized the voice to be Nicole’s.

“Yes,” she answered, her eyes filled with interest. ” What’s the matter?”

“Dinner is ready now, and everyone’s waiting for you…”

She did not say it explicitly, but it was clear that she wanted Stella to join the crew for dinner.

Stella tapped her fingers on the table. She glanced at the hefty dinner that Weston had brought to her, yet she turned around and

quickly agreed to go out.

“Okay,” she told Nicole. “I’m going out in a moment.”

Nicole was shocked. She did not expect Stella to agree so easily.

Stella then got up and headed out of the tent right away, but Weston hurried after her, then grabbed her wrist, and stopped her

with a look of disapproval in his eyes.

“I’ve seen the food they serve out there,” he said. “They don’t look that tasty at all. Why don’t you just eat here instead?”

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