Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 903 Exhausted after a few rounds of sex, she begged with a husky voice, “The wedding is tomorrow. If

there are red marks all over me, how am I supposed to wear the wedding dress?”

Only then did the hard–working man pause momentarily.

His thin lips moved away from her delicate cheek and kissed gently on it again before he let go of her. “After

tomorrow‘s wedding ceremony, I need to buy more condoms.”

Stella was already in a daze because of him, and now, doubts arose in her mind.

“Why do you wear it only occasionally ? Don‘t you use it all the time or not use it if you don‘t want to?

The man smirked and pulled her arms around his waist. His force was a little greater than before.

“If I give you too much, you won‘t be able to accept it, so I‘ll just block out some.”

“You...”

Unsure if he had said that on purpose, Stella blushed. “You don‘t always be so, so...”

“So what, huh?”

“So shameless...”

Weston lowered his head and nibbled on her cheek. “Why would I need that? I just need you.”

At midnight, perhaps her exhaustion caused her mind to sober up a bit.

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She was carried by the man to wash up and was tucked into bed. She should have slept until he got up the next day

and woke her up as usual.

But tonight, she tossed and turned and couldn‘t fall asleep.

Faintly, she vaguely heard some noises on the balcony. The man seemed to be on the phone.

He appeared to have picked up the call outside to avoid waking her up.

However, she could still hear the sound.

When the wind blew, his voice pierced her ears.

“Arrange a place for her, it doesn‘t have to be too conspicuous.”

“Guinevere is a public figure,” Weston reminded Ben, who was on the other end. “Make sure she takes precautions

to prevent the reporters from taking photos.”

Upon hearing Guinevere‘s name, Stella‘s heart fluttered.

She held her breath, and all her sleepiness dissipated.

On the balcony, Weston looked a bit impatient.

“What else does she want?” he demanded.

Ben was left in a dilemma, but all he could be was the middleman who had to withstand the anger of both sides.

“Ms. Cohen promised she would not cause you any trouble, but she

wants to choose her own seat...”

“Tell her to get lost if she doesn‘t want to come.”

Weston was not even willing to answer her call now.

Ben naturally wouldn‘t dare to tell her that, though he had no choice but to agree.

“Then, as for Mrs. Ford...”

“Just leave it.”

The man‘s voice was cold. “Take care of things over there and give her a seat. If she has any more requests, ignore

all of them.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Mr. Ford never really gave his consent for Guinevere to attend the wedding anyway. So whether it was a traffic jam,

a wrong turn, or even an accident, it was all to be expected.

He hung up the phone.

Just as he was about to enter the door, he saw Stella standing behind him. He did not know how long she had been

there.

“Stella.”

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He paused momentarily and then walked to her with a calm face. “Why are you still awake? Did I wake you up?”

Draped in a silk robe, Stella shook her head but quickly nodded after that. “Why are you still awake? Who were you

talking to on the phone?”

She acted as if it was a random question.

Weston picked her up and strode into the bedroom. “It was Ben.”

“I see. It‘s so late now. Is there something wrong?”

“There are some wedding issues that need taking care of.”

It looked like he wasn‘t going to say much.

She suddenly clutched the collar of the man‘s robe and slowly said, “Actually, I just... I heard what you guys were

talking about on the phone.”

Weston abruptly stopped in his tracks and looked at her with dark, downcast eyes.

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