Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 804

Sometimes, Stella was truly dumbstruck by Weston.

And right now was one of those instances. As she was playing with his pants, she inadvertently lifted up the hem

and exposed his socks. She was surprised to find that even his socks were of high quality and looked elegant.

How meticulous could this man be?

Sensing her movements, Weston reached down and stroked her hair, trying to soothe the naughty vixen. But Stella

suddenly snatched his hand and refused to let it go.

Weston frowned slightly and managed to pull his hand away with some force. He then pinched her cheek as

punishment. Stella accepted it and rubbed his fingers gently in response. And so Weston multitasked as best as he

could–on the one hand, he conducted a serious meeting with his partners about a multi–billion–dollar project, and

on the other, teased and played with Stella under the desk on the other.

Daisy was frantically jotting down the minutes of the meeting – her work made that much more intensive, no thanks

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to three different languages being spoken in the room. But even so, she still found time to glance over at Weston

from time to time.

After all, Stella was not the only woman there to find that Weston was at his most charismatic and alluring when he

was hard at work. Daisy was so enchanted that she found it hard to even look away from Weston.

There was a short break in the meeting. Daisy took the opportunity to speak up.

“Would you like some coffee to freshen up, Mr. Ford?”

As soon as she spoke , Stella could somehow sense that there was a trace of suppressed affection in Daisy‘s voice

when she spoke to Weston. She wasn‘t sure, but it still made the smile on her face vanish. She even let go of

Weston‘s hand completely. Weston peered down at her. There was a hint of a smile in his eyes when he noticed her

expressions.

He looked up at Daisy, his face returning to its former

stoniness. “No, thank you.”

Daisy‘s eyes glimmered. She was not willing to give up just yet.

“Ben told me that you don‘t like instant coffee,” she added enthusiastically , “so I‘ve set up a coffee machine in the

secretarial office so we can make fresh–brewed coffee just for you. Would you like to try it?”

Stella listened as Daisy spoke. Her eyes darted and, without warning, crawled forward and bit down hard on

Weston‘s finger. Weston was beginning to get irritated by

Daisy, and he was about to respond when he felt a sharp prick hurting his finger.

“Ow!” he hissed sharply under his breath. His expressions changed visibly, and he glowered at the woman under his

desk as a warning, telling her to keep it together.

Stella could read his expressions, but she cheekily raised her eyebrows to taunt him further.

The two of them locked eyes for a few moments, but the rest of the party had no idea of Stella‘s presence under

the desk, so they presumed that Weston was getting angry for some reason. They all looked at each other

restlessly in silence.

Daisy was utterly dismayed. She thought that she must‘ve somehow crossed the line and exposed her true feelings

for Weston. She was so on edge that she didn‘t dare to even breathe.

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What if Weston really found out that she liked him? What then? She simply shouldn‘t have been so impetuous!

Perhaps the sight of Ella downstairs earlier had triggered an urge to compete, and that led to her loss of

composure.

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She paused and considered it for a moment, then said, “ It’s been a long meeting, Mr. Ford. I’m sure the guests are

tired too. Should I prepare some fresh–brewed coffee for everyone?”

Weston glanced at her without a thread of emotion on his face. Daisy stood stiffly, waiting for his response with

bated breath He placed a hand on the desk and drummed his fingers impatiently on the document in front of him.

Stella took this opportunity to grab the hand that had been holding her head firmly and started to nibble at his

fingers.

Weston‘s brows furrowed; his expressions turning strange.

Daisy noticed this change very clearly and asked, “Mr. Ford, are you feeling unwell?”

Her gaze shifted to the desk. She was sure now that there was something going on underneath it.

Stella could hear Daisy‘s encroaching footsteps. The rest of the room was dead silent. If she was to be discovered,

she was certain that it would be so humiliating that she would never recover...

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