Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1409

“I’m not letting you go.”

Weston showed a rare sign of defiance, and as he spoke, his lips brushed against her

ear.

Stella tried to get up by pressing her hand against his chest, only to be held even tighter by him.

“Don’t leave me…” he repeated, this time with a feeble pleading voice.

Stella again remembered how pitiful he looked while taking his medication, and she began to give in.

Weston sensed this change in her and hugged her gently as he kissed her forehead. Then his kisses slowly moved downwards until he reached her collarbone. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Stella took a deep breath.

She had lost all her will to resist now and even started to undo the buttons on his shirt herself.

“What are you doing?!” Weston asked after a pause.

“Stop pretending,” Stella looked down at him. “Isn’t this what you want?”

She then undid all his buttons, exposing his muscular chest covered in a dazzling array of scars. The sight shocked her. She realized that ever since they were separated, he must have had to suffer just as much as she did, if not more.

Stella stared at those scars and sighed.

“Do you want it?” she asked.

Weston chuckled. Did he want it? How could she even ask such a question? What else would he answer? She must know by now that he would never say no to anything she asked.

Still, he wondered what kind of feelings she had for him right now. Was she just feeling sorry for him? Was it all just pity and guilt? Did she just give in because she saw all the scars on his body?

Weston had no idea, but he felt he was starting to get too greedy.

Wasn’t it good enough that she was by his side now? She was even willing to… be so intimate with him.

This should be more than enough for him. But when he thought about how she might be willing to do this with him, not because she really wanted to, but only because she pitied him, because she felt sorry for him…

If she didn’t find him so wretched, perhaps she might not even give him a second look. In fact, she might never have been happy when she was with him, but she stayed by his side only because she felt sorry for him and only out of the kindness in her heart.

These thoughts raced through his mind, and they all jumbled into a huge, tangled mess. When he saw a look of impatience flashing across Stella’s face, he suddenly pinned her down and lay on top of her.

He knew that he was beginning to lose self–control and that he was using too much force with her, but he also knew that only by seeing her whole body tremble due to extreme pleasure he could quiet down all the uneasy thoughts in his mind.

He saw Stella’s expressions change right before him, and her eyes began to redden. He leaned down and kissed her.

Stella clung to his neck as if she was about to drown in his kisses.

They both had no idea how much time had passed when they were finally done.

Weston had been savage with her just now. Stella had to take some time to calm down before she glared at him and grumbled, “What’s wrong with you today?”

Weston said nothing. He was completely satiated now, yet he could not help but wonder why he was feeling strangely empty inside.

He leaned down, caressed her cheek, and then moved down to kiss her collarbone.

“Wait…” Stella suddenly regained her senses. “Stop it! That’s enough!”

She tried her hardest to push his head away, but Weston grabbed her hand and held it behind her before kissing her neck and moving slowly downwards…

Stella let out a moan.

“You’re not allowed to beg for mercy!” he interrupted, then fiercely added, “And stop making that kind of noise!”

Otherwise, he really would lose all control.

He even had an urge to crush her body underneath him so their body would join and become one.