All Chapters of Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Chapter 581 - Chapter 590

Cough, cough… The black liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth onto her collarbone, a stark contrast to her pale face. Weston grabbed some napkins and wiped her mouth, coaxing tenderly into her ear. “Be good, take some medicine so you’ll feel better, all right?” He wasn’t sure whether Stella heard his words, but she simply hummed in response and turned her face away. Weston fed her another spoonful. Stella’s brows furrowed tightly in a sign of protest. Before she could swallow the medicine, she coughed persistently as if she had choked. Cough, cough, cough… Weston placed the bowl on the bedside table and patted her back gently. “Slow down.” A moment later, Stella recovered herself but remained semi-conscious. She shut her eyes and fell back asleep. Weston looked at her weak state and sighed helplessly. “You really do know how to torture someone.” Stella wasn’t completely knocked out and could hear what he said. She was caught in between a state of alertne

With that, he took out the thermometer, threw the sheets open, and stuck it under Stella’s armpit without any warning. Stella felt the chill and struggled instinctively. Weston pressed her arm down. “Don’t move. We’ll need to do this again if the measurement is inaccurate.” When Stella was still in a daze from her fever, he had to take her temperature so many times. “Why don’t you just use a thermometer gun?” Stella asked. The moment she asked that, a thought came to mind, and she kept quiet. Weston glanced at her. “You remember?” Stella kept silent and scrunched her nose. When Weston was sick previously, she tried to use the thermometer gun to take his temperature but ended up breaking it because she didn’t know how to use it. Joan probably hadn’t found the time to buy a new one. A moment’s silence later, Weston looked at the time. “All right, it’s done.” He parted the sheets again to retrieve the thermometer. However, Stella immediately said, “I’ll do it mys

The arches of Stella’s petite feet curved in a gentle slope. The feeling of her legs on his knees brought a subtle, inexplicable feeling to her. Somehow, the action felt rather suggestive to her. Perhaps because a woman exposing her feet had always been regarded as an act of intimacy, emphasized further by the stark contrast between his dark suit trousers and her fair skin. Stella suddenly felt uneasy and instinctively wanted to pull her legs back. Weston grabbed her ankles and furrowed his brows. “Behave yourself,” he warned. Stella’s face flushed a bright red. Weston would always warn her with those words at times like this. Somehow, after he said it, the air between them changed. Weston looked calmly at her until it made her cheeks flush bright red. He asked, “Is your temperature rising again?” Stella was sure he’d done that on purpose. “That’s quite enough… you’ve applied enough ointment…” She pulled her leg back as she exclaimed. Weston immediately grabbed

Weston furrowed his brows. “No, she’s not.” “Except for some vitamins,” he added a little later. “I see,” the doctor nodded. “My suggestion is for her not to take any supplements or health products without proper consultation from a doctor. If she were to take any medication without proper understanding of her condition, it might result in an unnecessary burden on her health. She seems fine at the moment, but some people might experience certain side effects even with ordinary vitamins. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” Stella tensed up at their conversation. No one realized that her fists were clenched tightly under the sheets. After a long while, the doctors finally left the room. She felt the bed sink on the other side and heard his low voice. “Since you’re already awake, there’s no point pretending you’re asleep.” Stella’s eyelids trembled. She didn’t expect Weston to see through her. She slowly opened her eyes. “How did you know?” Her voice was hoarse, and he

Stella spoke mildly as if she had completely forgotten the conflict from last night. It seemed she just wanted to turn the page and never mention it again. Things had always been like that between them, sweeping things under the rug and pretending those issues never existed. After they were reunited, Weston had wanted to return to the way they used to interact, but he always felt a barrier with Stella. She appeared to excel in acting, but there were times that he could sense that they were simply fooling themselves. Today was a rare break for them, in which they weren’t busy with anything after breakfast. So, they decided to laze in the hall and watch television. Weston sat on the couch and folded her in his arms. Stella leaned against his chest and switched channels aimlessly, bored out of her mind. She had no idea what Weston liked and assumed he must enjoy watching financial news that she was completely uninterested in. When she flipped to a financial news channel, how