Semua Bab Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Bab 911 - Bab 920

It was windy out at sea.Even on a clear, sunny day, the deck still felt a little chilly.On the narrow deck, bodyguards dressed in black stood in a row, surrounding the entire ship, making any attempt of escape impossible.Mr. Ford had only sent a few bodyguards over, so naturally, he couldn't match so many people.Inside the ship were all Weston’s subordinates, and the whole ship was under his control.Everyone was waiting on the board, only to see a tall and handsome man walking out of the cabin with a woman in his arms.The scorching sun only accentuated the man's facial features even more, though the look on his face was as cold as ice.Stella pressed her face tightly against his chest.It wasn't that she wanted to be held like this, but he wasn’t letting her walk away.Sensing her squirmy movements, the man scolded in a low voice, "Be good."He obviously didn't have the tenderness he had towards her before, as if he had returned to the state they were in when they got m

Weston didn't seem to think she would act like this and was slightly surprised.But he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he continued to look at her, curious to see what she would do next.Stella’s movements were prolonged, and she seemed to be a little hesitant.She glanced in the direction outside the cabin, worried that those people would come in.Seemingly seeing her thoughts, He said casually, “Without my orders, they won’t come in.”She pursed her lips for a while and continued what she was doing.She put her hand on the buckle of the man’s belt; the metallic sheen reflecting the horrible state her face was in.The well-tailored trousers wrapped around his long legs with smooth muscle lines. Stella knew what the beast looked like under the trousers and that this position would weaken her.Weston fixed his gaze on her without saying a word.With occasional pauses, she unfastened his belt awkwardly.She had done it before, but her movements were clumsy and jerky.Appa

Stella was stunned for a moment.She sat in front of the mirror and blushed.“You…”She quickly took out a few tissues and wiped off the marks on the corners of her mouth. "Why didn't you say anything?"She had had the thing on her face from the cabin to the wedding ceremony.Weston glanced at her lightly. "Why did you think I covered you with a coat?"Stella threw the tissue away and drew a few new ones. "You should remind me..."He stood before her, bent down, took the wet tissue in her hand, and lifted her chin. "Don't move."She could only raise her face and let him wipe it.It was finally wiped off, but a lingering musk seemed to remain on her.It was a mix of faint hymenanthera and a fishy smell."I’ll get the makeup artist to touch up my face a little..."She narrowed her brows and wanted to stand up but was pushed back by Weston. "Let her come in and do it for you."...At the wedding ceremony.Guinevere was blocked at the door.She looked at the guests inside

A possessive man by nature, Weston was now more possessive of her than ever.Stella merely kept quiet and pulled up her hair.Her hair was in a mess, no thanks to all that running and the favor she did him earlier.Weston took the wedding dress from the shelf next to her, held her waist, and helped her put it on.The tailor-made wedding dress perfectly complemented her figure.He was stunned the moment she put it on.He turned her around and asked her to look in the mirror."Look at how beautiful you are."She didn’t say a word.Seeing this, he pinched her cheek and lifted her head, and looked at her in the mirror. "If you run away today, you won't be able to see yourself like this."He had spoken calmly, yet, she could feel the mixed emotion and anger in his tone.It was as if his anger had reached its peak, but it was suppressed and turned into other emotions that were so deep it suffocated her.“Weston…”She finally spoke, her voice a little weak, "I..."The man stared

The emcee carried out his tasks in an orderly manner nonetheless.Stella stood beside Weston motionless, listening to the noise. Her heart was cold, though.The buzzing noise in her ear made her couldn’t hear clearly.The priest invited spoke fluently.Those marriage vows only heard on TV were now in her ears.He asked her, "Stella, whether you are rich or poor, old or sick, are you willing to marry the gentleman in front of you and let him be your husband?"Her heart trembled, and she lowered her eyes.Weston looked down at her, suddenly stretched out his hand and clasped her fingers tightly.She took a deep breath and said slowly, "I do."The next second, she felt the strength in her hand increase.The man pressed his fingertips on the back of her hand, almost crushing her bones.The priest turned to Weston. "Weston, regardless of poverty, wealth, life, old age, sickness or death, would you like to marry the young lady in front of you?""Never give up, love her, take care