Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 1302

“Seriously…”

Stella pondered about it and thought something was wrong. “I heard you’re studying engineering?”

Joan had taken care of her for several years now, and during that time, she did hear a little about him.

Stella wondered if she remembered wrongly. She remembered that Joan’s son was studying civil engineering, not

finance.

Weston stopped talking and looked down. He patted her head. “Are you tired?”

Stella nodded in reply. The two subsequently listened to the song in silence. After that, Weston tried to carry her to

her room, but Stella pushed him away. “I’ll walk on my own.”

With that, she propped herself up and went to find her shoes.

Stella disliked wearing shoes while on the swing. She loved swinging her little bare feet around.

She always liked doing this. In the past, Weston

reprimanded her many times for going around barefoot, insisting that she wear shoes so she wouldn’t catch a

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cold.

Seeing that Stella had picked up the bad habit again, Weston rubbed his temples. He squatted in front of her, found

the missing shoes, and put them on her feet.

“Thank you.” Stella stood up, using his shoulder as

support.

Weston glanced at her and decisively scooped her up, which made Stella frown. “Let me go!” she shouted.

Although complaining, Stella subconsciously wrapped her arms around Weston’s neck. When Weston lifted her

upward, Stella was caught off guard by a soft touch on her

forehead.

“Are you taking advantage of me again?” she asked, slightly startled. The word ‘again‘ was very well used at

this moment.

A low and muffled laugh resonated from Weston’s chest. Stella could feel the tremor of his laughter as she pressed

her head on it.

Stella instantly clutched the hem of his shirt. Somehow,

the man reminded her so much of Weston. How could

such an uncanny resemblance exist?

The man spoke little and refused to tell her his name. Now, Stella could barely calm down as her suspicion

grew. As soon as she had her doubts, she could no longer face him calmly.

In the past two days, they had drawn much closer to each other than before.

Weston carried Stella back to the bedroom. “Do you want to take another shower?” he asked as he took off her

shoes.

Stella nodded. “You may leave now.”

Weston got up and turned away immediately.

To stay by her side was all he wanted. He did not want to

go any further, and he did not want to disturb her again.

Stella could not see. She only heard his footsteps and had no idea where he had gone. When she thought he

must’ve

left, she tried to take off her bra but was unable to pull off

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the clasp that got stuck on her sleeve. As a result, she

started to suffocate with her head in her knitted shirt.

Stella tugged hard and muffled a few times until she was sweating. However, she just could not pull it off. A few

moments later, she heard the man’s voice at the door.

“What’s wrong?”

Stella found it embarrassing to say that her undergarment was stuck and she needed help, so she said. sullenly, “I

ran into an issue.”

“Do you need help?”

Stella responded with a muffled voice, “Yes.”

When Weston came in and saw Stella’s head stuck in the collar of her knitted shirt, he chuckled softly.

“What are you laughing at?” Stella was a little annoyed. Are you laughing at me?”

Weston said naturally, “No. How could I.”

After that, he reached out to help her remove the clothes, only to find the clasp stuck on top.

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