Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 666 Stella couldn’t be bothered about him.

She leaned into his embrace, slightly more alert than before. She unlocked her phone to check out the latest flight

timings.

Roger’s flight was scheduled to land in around half an hour.

She locked her phone and laid back down on the couch.

Weston lowered his head and kissed her hair. “Don’t worry. I’ve assigned people to watch over him. Nothing will

happen to him.”

Stella gradually clenched her fists tight. “You just need to make sure his flight lands safely. There’s no need to keep

watching him.”

Weston’s eyes suddenly opened as he glanced at her.

His pitch -black eyes still looked sleepy, and it softened his usual aggressive aura, though it was still keen and sharp

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as usual , incisively seeing through her thoughts.

“Are you worried that I’ll do something to him?”

Stella pursed her lips, remaining silent. Weston toyed with a lock of her hair, his tone mild and unfathomable. “I’m

not particularly interested in him; I

merely saw how worried you were for his safety and decided to send some people over. If you think it’s

unnecessary, I’ll call them back.”

Stella’s eyes brightened. “Really?” “When have I ever lied to you?” His voice was laced with fatigue.

It was always easy to negotiate with a satisfied man.

Stella knew this was a good chance, and she rested on his chest, looking down at him, “Can you don’t ever send

your people over to watch him from now on? I want him to concentrate on his studies overseas. If there’s always

someone watching him from the side, I’m afraid he might discover something one day and interrupt his studies…”

Weston didn’t say anything and simply looked at her. He stretched out his long arm and tucked a loose lock of hair

behind her ear. “Let’s see how you perform.”

He put one hand around her waist and caressed her cheeks with another while looking leisurely at her.

Stella pursed her lips and sat up. “I still owe you one.”

She said.

She didn’t forget what Weston said just now – Four days, four times.

He always meant what he said. Even a shortfall of one was

unacceptable.

She shall make it up to him.

The consequence of wild abandon was having her entire day’s schedule turned topsy turvy.

By the time Stella woke up, it was already the next day afternoon. It was soon time for her to report to the crew.

Her hair was in a disheveled mess as she rushed to the washroom, gritting her teeth through the pain and aches

around her body. After she was done washing herself up, she saw Weston sitting in the living room waiting for her,

looking all fresh and alert.

When he saw her rushing out for a change of clothes, he leisurely put down the book in his hand and said, “Don’t

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panic. You don’t need much time to head over from here. You even have some time for lunch.”

Stella ignored him as she hurriedly changed into her clothes and looked for her scarf. “I need to arrive earlier for

make-up.”

She stood before the full-length mirror, pondering over how she could cover up the marks on her neck.

Weston stood up and walked toward her. Standing behind her, he lifted her hair and offered, “I’ll help you dry your

hair, alright?”

Stella had her scarf in one hand and a hair tie in another, trying to pull her hair into a bun. “I can do it myself. It’ll

be faster.”

“I already told you that you don’t need to rush,” Weston looked at her through the mirror. Stella lifted her eyes and

looked into his through the mirror. “And whose fault was it? If it weren’t for you last night…” she argued, clearly

upset. She paused for a moment, staring at the hickeys on her skin while complaining about Weston’s behavior last

night.

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