Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 732

The music died down. Stella placed her hands on the piano keys as she collected herself.

It had been so long since she last touched a piano that she almost forgot that she used to be known as a pianist

with immense potential, having earned numerous international awards at a young age.

Afterward, due to the tragedy that struck her family, she had no choice but to embark on a profession that could

earn her cash instantly. Clearly, the situation that she and Roger found themselves in back then did not allow her to

pursue further education in music.

Thankfully, she was also extremely talented in dancing, good enough to take up the role of a dance teacher.

She had initially wanted to part-time as a piano teacher as well, but a teacher who couldn’t even afford a piano for

herself probably wouldn’t be credible in the eyes of the parents.

After she was finished playing the piece, Stella suddenly felt bashful. “It’s been so long since I touched a piano. I’ve

gotten rather rusty…”

“Just play the piano whenever you feel like from now on,” Weston said. “The soundproofing of this room is

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excellent, and you needn’t worry about bothering the neighbors.”

She glanced around and realized that this room was practically a mini recording studio.

Not only was there a piano, but a couple of other instruments lay around as well.

Stella tried every single one of them. Later, she realized that the piano was slightly different from the rest. Although

they were all high-quality instruments, which she did not doubt given Weston’s financial capabilities, the piano was

not something that money alone could buy. She returned to the piano and sat before it, reaching out to run her

fingers along its surface and the gold-rimmed logo carved on it.

She fixed her gaze on it and turned back to look at Weston. “It’s Musx.”

“You recognize it?”

Weston leaned against the door frame, and his eyes warmed up. “That man is getting old. Even though it was a

rushed job, it still took him a very long time to finish it.”

Stella stood up in a rush as she exclaimed, “Didn’t he say that he no longer makes pianos when we last went to

Musx?”

“No one says no to me, especially in person.”

Weston saw her walk toward him and reached a hand out to tuck a loose wisp of hair behind her ear.

He loved doing that as it revealed her entire face. He pinched her cheeks and said affectionately, “I’ll give you

everything you like.”

Stella remained silent, but the look in her eyes changed as she avoided his gaze.

Weston held her chin and turned her face gently toward him. “Tell me, do you like it?”

His direct and naked stare made Stella squirm with discomfort, eager to escape his searing gaze.

She felt both bashful and evasive at the same time as she buried her face in his embrace. She kept silent as she

rubbed her face against his chest.

A joyful chuckle came from above her.

Weston was very satisfied with her response. He reached out and hauled her in his hands.

“Shouldn’t you express your gratitude in more practical

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ways?”

Stella’s face changed immediately. “We only just… in the car…”

Moreover, last night, they already had a passionate lovemaking session in… the bathtub.

This man was as virile as a beast.

“Who told you that one can’t get in the mood again right after he finishes?”

Weston rubbed his nose against her ear. “Hmm?”

By the time they were done, it was already in the afternoon.

Stella felt like she had been rammed by a truck. Not an inch on her body had been spared.

She didn’t know if it was because Weston knew she no longer needed to report on set for filming, that he let himself

go wild on her. He used to hold himself back and not leave too many hickeys on her body in consideration of her

need to report to the crew. She only needed to do minimal make- up to cover the marks and still look presentable.

Now that filming had come to an end, Weston had nothing else to fear.

The afternoon sun was fierce and glaring.

Despite the curtains being closed, the strong rays of sunlight still seeped their way in.

The room was dark, lit by the occasional ray of sunshine when the wind blew the shades open.

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