All Chapters of Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Chapter 661 - Chapter 670

Given Weston’s temperament, he’d find a way to make her regret disobeying him if she wouldn’t do it of her own accord. She didn’t want to end up settling this in bed, so she turned around obediently, leaned against the couch, and lifted up her white, long-sleeved shirt. Unlike what Weston did just now, pressing her down and forcefully lifting up her shirt, the feeling was different this time, now that she had taken the initiative. Stella had her back toward him and could not see him swallowing through his constricted throat and his eyes darkening with desire. She was like an obedient lamb, leaning there and allowing someone to have his way with her. However, Weston knew very clearly that she was actually a wolf that hadn’t yet matured. She was pliant and obedient now simply because she wasn’t capable enough. Her eyes were filled with an unwillingness to concede defeat. She gave her all when she loved him, but Weston had no doubts that she would leave him the moment she had

“All right, I got it. You’re so naggy.” Stella cut him off and flung the coat on him. “Remember to bring along more clothes. I heard that it’s very cold there. Call me often, don’t keep thinking that overseas calls are expensive.” “I got it.” Before the atmosphere became too depressing, Stella wiped the corner of her eyes and said, “Riley is still waiting outside. Don’t be late now.” Unlike Roger, who had been sheltered all his life and never went overseas, Riley’s family was very open-minded and pretty well-off. She had gone on solo overseas trips many times, and it was obvious that she grew up in a very positive family environment. She was a confident, bright girl, and Stella felt relieved at having Riley accompany Roger on his overseas studies. Upon hearing the commotion in the room, Riley stood up from the couch she was sitting on. “Ready?” she asked. She saw Roger’s reddened eyes and felt a pinch in her heart. “Isn’t it just going overseas? Don’t worry, I’ll take good

She was being honest, and Weston could tell. He placed his hand on her back and caressed her hair. It wasn’t exactly necessary for them to have sex. Simply holding her in his embrace like this had the same effect on him. Weston lowered his head and kissed her hair. “Did you send him off at the airport?” “No, I didn’t,” Stella shook her head. “I was afraid that if I were to do that, he might not be able to leave. For all we know, I might leave with him in a moment’s rashness…” She was joking, but she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her scalp and was forced to lift her head to look into his deep, dark eyes. The warm, affectionate atmosphere faded, leaving behind the precursor of a fearsome storm. “Even if you wanted to leave, you wouldn’t be able to.” He really didn’t like how Stella always talked about leaving. “Even if you were to leave with him on the plane in a moment of rashness, I will have a way to bring both of you back.” Stella’s heart sank, bit by bit. She knew th

“If I don’t head over earlier to prepare, other people might see these marks. How will I explain myself then?” “There’s no need to explain yourself to anyone,” Weston found a hairdryer and switched it on. A gust of warm air blew out of it as he combed his fingers through her wet hair. Stella could only stand in front of him obediently, letting him have his way with her. After he was finally done drying her hair, she grabbed her bag and was ready to charge out of the apartment. Weston stood at the door and pressed her shoulders down. “You really don’t need me to send you there?” “No need, just the driver will do.” Stella hurriedly changed into a pair of shoes. Weston carried her up, crouched down, and sat her on one of his knees. He used his other hand to put a show on her feet. “So clumsy.” Stella’s feet were hauled off the ground, and she found herself sitting on his thigh the next moment. Their body sizes stood in stark contrast. Her whole body was securely nestled

When she opened her eyes again, beads of tears hung on her eyelashes, and she felt a chill running down her spine. She would never forget how Guinevere once almost took her life and killed her only child. Now that Roger had gone overseas, she had nothing else to worry about. At this point, nothing else could stir her up more than the thought of exacting revenge. … Because of Bradley’s schedule, the crew brought forward the dinner to celebrate the end of filming. Stella couldn’t find any reason to reject the invitation and joined the dinner with Angelina. Weston did not return to Stardust Mansion over the past few days, and she did not contact him. Her phone remained silent, and she did not receive multiple missed calls. As much as the atmosphere in this crew was considered relatively harmonious, it was inevitable that the members were divided according to rank and status. Stella was naturally relegated to the same table as Angelina, whereas Bradley was seated with Gui