Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 380

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Chapter 380 It rained so heavily last night that when dawn broke, the whole world seemed to have

changed.

Stella did not get a good night‘s sleep at all, but she still woke up very early that morning. She tried to

stretch her body but found herself tightly enveloped by a scorching warmth.

As her mind was still muddled by slumber, she was stunned and confused by this, but she soon

realized that the source of that warmth was the man beside her.

Weston‘s body had always been naturally warmer than hers. Everytime he held her in his arms, she felt

as if she was leaning against the fireplace. But the heat was a little higher than usual today.

Stella opened her eyes and leaned over to place her hand on Weston‘s forehead. The heat almost

scalded her skin. She frowned. Was he running a fever? Weston was awakened by Stella‘s touch.

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“What time is it?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his brows knitted. “Eight in the morning,” she replied,

noticing that his voice was huskier than usual, besides also being croaky. “How are you feeling? Are

you sick?” Weston did not answer her, but there was a thin wry smile on his face. He opened his eyes

and stared at her. Though he looked flushed and sickly, it took nothing away from his handsomeness at

all.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked. “Me? Sick?”

Weston was practically never sick. The last time he remembered being ill was so long ago that he

could not remember how old he was back then. His stamina had always been above average. That,

coupled with his acute intelligence, was what made him so invincible and powerful in the world of

business. Whether in terms of brains or brawn, Weston always came out on top.

Stella fell silent for a while until she finally said, “But you‘re just a normal human being made of flesh

and bones. What‘s so strange about you getting sick?”

She did not understand why Weston had to act so tough. Everyone would get sick sometimes. Wasn‘t

that just a fact of life? She could have sworn that he even sounded embarrassed for getting sick

Weston closed his eyes and said nothing. He put his hand on his forehead and sensed that his

temperature was indeed higher than normal. He probably caught a cold because he had been in the

rain last night, and when he got home, he went straight to bed without drying his hair.

Nevertheless, he was still reluctant to admit it. “I‘m fine,” he insisted before sitting up in bed and

reaching his hand out to pull Stella into his arms and give her a morning kiss.

This had been a habit of his every morning. In the past, Stella was the one who asked him to

give her a morning kiss before going to work, but Weston rarely spent the whole night with her back

then. He would just leave her right after sex ánd sleep elsewhere, so he rarely ever woke up next to

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her, much less gave her a morning kiss. Yet now, he would always sleep with her in his arms any

chance he could get, and the first thing he would do every morning after waking up was to give her a

kiss, sometimes even a deep passionate kiss. But he was a little hesitant today. He drew back his arms

before he even touched Stella, then just sat there leaning against the headboard.

“I‘m not going to work today,” he announced. Can you get the notebook from my study and bring it

here, please? I‘ll be working from home.”

“... And you still expect me to believe that you‘re not sick?” she teased him.

Weston was not sure if it had anything to do with how she tried to suffocate him last night, but he

noticed that she seemed much gentler and more complying this morning than she usually was. She

was even afraid to look straight into his eyes when she spoke.

Though he noticed all this, he still refused to remember what happened last night. He did not mind

pretending that Stella never tried to kill him.

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