Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 1342

She did not even turn back to look at him once when shę walked away. She just took Roger’s hand, and they both

disappeared together, leaving him alone underneath the frigid and frozen Snow Mountain.

The snow eroded his skin as he was buried underground, exposing him to the piercing cold that penetrated his

bones.

But none of that was comparable to the pain he felt from being abandoned by Stella.

He wanted to scream her name, but his voice would not escape his throat. Even his tears were frozen solid in his

eyes.

He watched helplessly as Stella receded into the distance, leaving him there without hesitation. It felt like someone

had pierced a dagger through his heart and twisted it.

Stella had gotten further and further away from him…

As he was trapped in his icy prison, Stella had reached a place where spring had arrived, and the flowers were

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blooming. The thick layers of clothes on her body gradually disappeared, transforming instead into a delicate white

wedding dress.

The man beside her was wearing a black suit. They

seemed to be each other’s perfect match. They were now a newly married couple, embarking on a new chapter in

their lives.

Yet Weston remained in the same spot. The only place he wanted to be had already been occupied by another

man…

Don’t be with him…

Don’t be with anyone else…

Weston was screaming those words in his mind, but no one could hear him. He was buried deep beneath the cold

Snow Mountain. All that was left of him was the faint sound of his pitiful sobs.

In the end, he watched helplessly as Stella ran into another man’s arms. They then went on to live a long and

blissful life together without him, filling their happy home with many children and grandchildren.

Decades later, when her hair had all turned white, Stella ended up completely forgetting Weston.

As she sat on her rocking chair, reminiscing about her past, he became a small insignificant part of her memory

or perhaps she might disdain him too much to even

remember him.

She had lived a perfect life with another man. His children were calling someone else their father.

The next morning, when Stella woke up, she suddenly found herself lying in an unfamiliar bed.

She turned around and saw that familiar face in front of

her.

She was startled. She had to cover her mouth just in time to stop herself from making a noise.

What was he doing here?

She held her breath. Then she rushed to look down at her

body and found that she was stark naked!

She hurriedly checked her whole body and found no marks. She also did not feel weird anywhere. She was not sore,

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nor were there any signs of hickeys.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

But she was still a little angry. Even though this man did nothing to her last night, he still took her to his place

despite her repeated pleading to wake her up when they reached the apartment.

Stella clenched her fists. She was just about to wake him up when she suddenly noticed something was wrong with

Weston.

He was frowning deeply. His strong, handsome brows seemed worn by a feeling of indescribable sorrow and

vulnerability. He looked as if he was having a nightmare.

Stella found this incredibly surprising.

Could ruthless and unfeeling men like Weston Ford have nightmares too?

Or perhaps he was dreaming that his business rivals were chasing after him or trying to assassinate him?

She turned over and stared at him. Seeing that he was showing no signs of waking up, she shook her head and

pulled the blanket off her body before climbing out of bed.

She then found her clothes carelessly strewn on the floor and dripping wet.

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