All Chapters of Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Chapter 1111 - Chapter 1120

Stella was in the kitchen when she heard footsteps and subconsciously looked back.Seeing Weston walk in, she asked, “Why are you back so early today?”“What, you don't want to see me?”The man pushed the man directly against the glazed table the next second.Her back hit the hard surface of the table, and she hissed out of pain. “Be gentle… Let go of me…”Weston’s eyes darkened. Hearing her refusal and thinking of her meeting with Justin today, he thought she was rejecting him because she had met someone else.This only prompted him to clutch her waist harder. “I can’t even touch you now, huh?”“What are you talking about?”She struggled a little, and her face showed impatience.However, it was this look of impatience that irritated Weston.A cloud of gloom flashed across his eyes. He untied her apron, threw it on the floor, and carried her directly up to the countertop as he reached out to probe upwards.Stella shuddered at the touch of his calloused fingers on her skin an

Stella closed her eyes.She would never be able to face the man in front of her as long as she recalled the past. “You know, even when you gave up on me, I didn’t hate you. I just didn’t want to love you…“I didn’t hate you then because you simply didn’t love me, and you just abandoned me. However, my child was dead, and there was no way I could forgive myself, much less you.“But I still had Roger. I wanted to start a new life, even if there was little hope left. I still wanted to live… But what did you do?“You forced me. You obliterated whatever little life I had left and separated me from Roger!”She almost gritted her teeth when she said this.He did not know that she had learned of Roger’s death, so he thought that the separation she was talking about was just so that the two of them would never see each other again.But Stella had made it very clear that it was his death that did them apart. Weston’s voice was extremely hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot. “He had an u

She was exhausted, very, very exhausted.She did not want to hate or love.She did not even want to live.Pain gripped her chest every time she breathed, and her head felt like it was being slashed.She had no one left to love.All the people she cared about had left her.The love she once regarded as her salvation was the source of her destruction.She couldn’t help but look at herself and think that she was downright sinful, disgusting, worthless, and unworthy of redemption.She should die, just die…She covered her face.Weston was right. She had planned to kill him.What difference did it make to who died? She already had the idea of killing someone.Or maybe he was right, maybe Zachary really did die because of her…Because of her inattention.No matter how it went, the boy died from the oleander, didn't he?It was oleander was cultivated by her own hands.Stella suddenly broke out into fits of laughter from the uncertainty and sorrow.She didn’t know why she was

The rain last night was much less intense.When Stella woke up the next morning, she saw that the branches of many plants in the backyard had snapped off from the strong wind.She pushed open the window to bring in the fresh air.She stood on the balcony to sober up a bit. Then, she changed her clothes as she usually did every morning, walked downstairs to sit on the sofa in the hall, and waited for Ben to come and pick her up.Ben arrived right on time. His expression eased a bit when he saw Stella sitting there, all ready and waiting. “Mrs. Ford, the trial is about to begin. Let’s go.”Stella stood up and walked silently to him.He studied her face and said to her out of concern that she would feel nervous, “Don’t worry too much. Everything has been taken care of. Miss Cohen has dropped the charges and will not appear as the plaintiff. There will only be Mr. Warren…”While he reminded her of the precautions, she felt rather calm.She was in fact much calmer than she ever was

Ben wasn’t too surprised that Weston actually came.He was clearly concerned about his wife, so why did he have to put himself in such a dilemma?He would only push his woman further and further away.“Mrs. Ford is in good shape today. If there is no accident, the trial should go well.”Weston wasn’t worried about the trial. He had made so much preparation that diminished confidence was out of the question.However, even though a desirable outcome was almost a sure thing, he still wanted to see Stella walk out of the courtroom with her name cleared.Ben stayed by his side and waited quietly with him.As a light drizzle came upon the area, the low rumble of a car got louder as it approached from the distance.A white Lexus stopped in front of them, and a man in casual clothes stepped out—“Mr. Ford, so you are here. I went to the office just now, but the receptionist told me you were not in the office.”Michael smiled, pulling his collar. His red eyes told of how little sleep