Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 583

With that, he took out the thermometer, threw the sheets open, and stuck it under Stella‘s armpit without any

warning.

Stella felt the chill and struggled instinctively.

Weston pressed her arm down.

“Don‘t move. We‘ll need to do this again if the measurement is inaccurate.”

When Stella was still in a daze from her fever, he had to take her temperature so many times.

“Why don‘t you just use a thermometer gun?” Stella asked.

The moment she asked that, a thought came to mind, and she kept quiet.

Weston glanced at her. “You remember?”

Stella kept silent and scrunched her nose.

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When Weston was sick previously, she tried to use the thermometer gun to take his temperature but ended up

breaking it because she didn‘t know how to use it.

Joan probably hadn’t found the time to buy a new one.

A moment’s silence later, Weston looked at the time. “All right, it‘s done.”

He parted the sheets again to retrieve the thermometer.

However, Stella immediately said, “I‘ll do it myself.”

She sat up, crinkling the sheets as she did so.

She took out the thermometer and glanced at it.

Weston stood there and asked, “How high is it?”

Stella paused and didn‘t say a word.

She actually didn‘t know how to read the thermometer. She only knew that she needed to look at the silver line, but

she didn‘t know which line it was. In fact, she thought she could see many lines reflecting in the thin glass tube and

couldn‘t find the most obvious one.

“98 degrees, I suppose.” She felt like her body temperature had returned to normal and randomly blurted out some

number.

Weston looked calmly at her, “98 point...?”

Again, Stella gave him a random number.

The corners of his mouth lifted. “You can see the decimal?”

“Isn‘t it written on the scale…” Stella insisted.

Weston saw through her immediately. “You don‘t know how to read off a thermometer?”

Stella kept silent.

He was right.

Her parents had never taught her how to use one when she was young. She also didn‘t know how to identify

counterfeit notes. She was clueless about things that required her to use her sight as a gauge.

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Weston chuckled and sat next to her, wrapping her in his embrace. “I‘ll teach you.”

She did feel much better than before, but she could still sense the heat spreading from her back because she still

had a fever.

Men usually had higher body temperatures than women.

She couldn’t concentrate as she felt Weston leaning into her ear and speaking in that lush, deep tone of his, like a

cello.

“Very simple. Just look at this. There is a very obvious silver line here.”

Stella pursed her lips and looked at where he was pointing. After adjusting her angle several times, she finally saw

what he was talking about. “It‘s very simple indeed…”

Weston kissed her cheeks. “Something so simple, and you only figured it out now?”

Stella shook her head. “I just never had a chance to learn it...”

“Just like how you don‘t know how to play billiards?”

Stella remembered the day when Weston brought her to the club to play billiards. On second thought, Weston had

indeed taught her many new things.

Aside from the hurt he caused, she had learned an unfathomable amount of things from him. Including one painful

lesson too many.

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