Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 892

Stella heard a little teasing in his tone.

She shook her head and looked at him with displeasure. “Didn‘t you say you were going to teach me? You just left

me to try on my own. You didn‘t teach me at all...”

Weston smiled and looked at her with an incredibly gentle look.

“You‘re even laughing at me!”

Stella thought he was laughing at her and reached out to cover his eyes. She tiptoed, but she was still not tall

enough to reach him.

All she could do was stare at him with a slight annoyance.

“Weston!” she complained.

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“Do you really want to smoke?” Weston looked down at her and stroked her hair to soothe her.

Stella nodded and frowned slightly. “Anyway, I didn‘t feel anything just now. I only tasted the bitter smoke. There‘s

nothing nice about it at all...”

She looked puzzled and asked, “Why do you all like to smoke something that tastes so bad?”

Weston did not say anything. Instead, he took a cigarette and put it in her mouth. “When I light it later, you take a

drag.”

Stella nodded and said, “I know that much...”

Weston gave her a doubtful look. He took out his lighter and sparked the lighter, making a clicking sound.

The blue flame rose and cast some light on their faces. Stella moved closer to the lighter and watched the smoke

twist as the cigarette burned. She took a deep puff.

“Slow down, or you‘ll get dizzy.” Weston instructed her, “Inhale, then slowly exhale.”

Stella did as he said and spat it out a little. It was still not a good experience, but it was better than choking. Stella

took the first drag of her life in between breaths.

“How do you feel?” Weston played with the lighter in his hands. He looked at her with his deep and affectionate

gaze. “Is it the same as your expectation?“.

Stella quickly shook her head. “It’s completely different.”

She breathed a sigh. “I thought I‘d feel good smoking.” Whenever she looked at the smokers smoking with a blissful

look, she thought they were high on the cigarette.

Weston sighed and let out a laugh. “What‘s with all the strange thoughts in your head all day?”

Stella put out the cigarette and threw it in the trash. “It‘s totally different from my expectation. I‘d rather not

smoke.”

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“Yeah.” Weston took her hand and wiped the ash from her fingertips. “It‘s not a good thing to smoke. Don‘t smoke

anymore.”

He hesitated a little and added, “It‘s bad for the baby.”

Dead silence loomed over them after he finished his sentence. The silence stayed for a moment.

Stella paled instantly. Everything she had wanted to say was stuck in her throat. She could not say a word.

Why did Weston say that? He knew very well that she could never have a baby again.

“Stella...” Weston was distressed to see her silence.

Before he could say anything, Stella interrupted him.

“By the way, you were here earlier. Why didn‘t you go to the ward to see me?” Stella changed the subject.

Weston looked at her with a serious expression and sighed inaudibly. “I wanted to give you two some space.”

Stella smiled, but the warmth in her smile seemed to have lessened. “You‘re very considerate.”

Weston hugged her. “Did you tell him the wedding date?”

“Yes, but he doesn‘t want to come.”

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