Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 287

Weston Ford took her by the waist. “Ignore him. He has always been that way.”

Stella Sealey nodded and followed him to the changing room.

Though the billiards place didn’t require a strict dress code, Stella had no idea that Weston would bring

her along. Since skirts were hard to move around in, she really wasn’t dressed for the occasion. Hence,

she asked an attendant for a change of clothes.

It was just simple sportswear, but Stella appeared clean and fresh in the white and blue as if she could

bring out something different about those clothes. Weston walked up to her then, reaching out to stroke

her dangling locks of hair before brushing them behind her head. “Which would you prefer?” he asked.

Stella did a double-take. “You’re helping me with my hair?”

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Weston did not answer and simply held out a palm at her. Understanding the gesture, Stella put her

hair tie on it and sat in front of the dressing mirror, watching as he fiddled with it between his fingers.

However, he ended up trying repeatedly and endlessly as if having a feud, unsatisfied with the result no

matter how many times he tried.

“Are you trying to do my hair or experimenting on me? That’s quite enough…” “Nope.” Weston promptly

cut her short. “Why are you so impatient?” Eventually, he pulled her hair together and tried a few more

times before tying it into something satisfactory.

Stella shook her hair, but the hair tie was already sliding downwards the instant she moved.” It’s too

loose.” Weston merely pressed her on the arms and said, “This will do.” After all, with Stella’s hair

draped a little loosely over her shoulder above the hair tie, she appeared much milder.

Weston caressed her on the cheeks while he looked into her eyes in the mirror.

A little uncomfortable from his stare, Stella was about to avert his eyes when Weston lifted her chin and

kissed her.

There was such a gap between their respective heights that Stella felt her neck become sore whenever

she raised her face to kiss him, and the way he always placed a hand on her nape and stroked it

without stopping only made matters worse-her neck felt like it would snap by the time he pulled away.

Nonetheless, Weston appeared dissatisfied this time. He scooped her off her bench and held her

above himself while keeping a hand behind her head. For once, she leaned downward, allowing him to

kiss her as freely as he wanted. There was no telling how much time had passed when Weston finally

pulled away, lapping at

the corners of her lips. “Now, let’s teach you how to play pool,” he croaked in a hoarse voice. Though

Sella had no idea what he was up to, she tamely followed him out of the changing room anyway. Xavier

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Ford, still outside, was enjoying his game as much as he wanted, when he turned towards them after

hearing the door open. His gaze changed when he saw that Stella had changed, and he almost

whistled at her-he would not have held back at all if not for a warning look from the man beside her. He

merely held his cue stick vertically as he leaned against the pool table, gesturing with his chin, “The

clothes do make the woman.” Weston shot him a cool look, and Xavier caught his cue. “I know, I know-

she’s the apple of your eye, so I’m not going to tease her.” “As long as you’re aware,” Weston said and

lit himself a cigarette, taking two puffs casually. The white smoke he left around him somehow

accentuated his facial features, though, Stella also noticed that he was actually relaxed.

With two buttons unbuttoned on his collared black shirt, he had rolled up his sleeves over his thick

forearms, revealing his chiseled muscles and the power that seemed to be slumbering beneath his

shirt.

Tapping his lighter against the pool table, he beckoned at Stella with his chin. “Come. Let’s start with

your stance.”

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