Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 378 Guinevere was still in turmoil.

“What if I told you that I insist on having you here with me?”

Weston swept a cool glance at her and said, “No one can force me to do anything.”

He then turned around and walked out the door. “From now on,” he added, “you can stay here

whenever you like. You don‘t have to ask for my permission. The keys are near the entrance door. I will

change the ownership of this apartment and put it under your name.”

He then closed the door behind him and left.

It was a thick door, but the sound of Guinevere‘s piercing scream could still be heard outside.

Guinevere collapsed on the living room floor. She kneeled there and screamed her lungs out while

pulling on her hair. She had tried so hard for so long to be let into this apartment, yet now that she

finally had her wish, it turned out to be an empty, meaningless victory. It was as if fate was mocking

her.

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It was now about half past three in the morning, but Stella still couldn‘t fall asleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, vivid images of the same dreadful incident came flooding back

–images of the day when she fell from that building.

She tossed and turned, but all she could see was a pool of blood and mangled flesh that used to be

her baby. The sound of a baby crying for their mother rang in her ears. She wanted to answer the baby,

but she couldn‘t even open her mouth because a man was grabbing her throat with his large rough

hand, choking her as he whispered filthy words into her ear.

Weston was standing nearby. Stella cried and begged for his mercy, pleading for him to rescue her, but

he paid no mind to her. Instead, he pulled Guinevere into his arms and left her for dead, as if she

meant nothing to him at all.

In despair and utterly dejected, she jumped off the building...

“Aaah!” Stella screamed and sprung up in bed, awoken by the intense pain in the dream. Her heart

was pounding wildly.

The rain drummed on the glass window. There was no sign of it letting up. It was only getting heavier

and heavier, and the thunder and lightning came even more frequently now.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the whole room. For a brief moment, it was as bright as day.

Stella noticed the man lying beside her.

She was still shaken up by the nightmare, and seeing his face clearly churned up all the violent

emotions inside her. They gradually built up and swelled till she reached a point where she felt like a

string stretched so taut that she might snap at any time.

Stella let out a heavy sigh. She stared at Weston, wondering when he had come back and how long he

had been lying in bed next to her. ‘Didn‘t he say he had to leave because of an urgent matter? Why did

he have to come back again?‘ she thought. “Weston...” Stella whispered softly. The man did not

respond. His hair was wet, as if he had come back from the rain outside and went to bed straight away

without drying it first. His arm was still around her waist, and his whole body was leaning against hers.

Stella shoved his arm away. Weston‘s brows knitted. His expressions soured, as if he wanted to just

pull her back into his arms. But he remained sound asleep.

Seeing that, Stella felt her swirling emotions simmer down. She gazed at this man‘s handsome

sleeping face. From his eyes, his nose, down to his chin, there was not a single feature on his face that

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was flawed.

A vicious thought cropped up in her mind. It grew like a creeping vine around her heart and soon

overtook her whole being. With trembling hands, she reached for the pillow behind her. Her mind was

telling her to stop, but her hands would not listen. Slowly, she placed the pillow on Weston‘s face, then

she pressed it down...

Stella had no idea what she was thinking. She only felt all the pent up hatred pouring out of her through

her hands. As the rain poured down from the dark gloomy belly of the sky, the only thing occupying

Stella’s mind was the urge to see this despicable man die. She pressed the pillow down harder and

harder. She knew that if she did it long enough, this man who had brought so much pain and misery to

her would eventually stop breathing. Her mind was a blank void except for this single thought. She

could see him slowly suffocating under the pillow. His body was twitching and jerking, as if he was

being electrocuted...

Boom!

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