Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 58

The look in his eyes was terrifying.

With the restricted space in the car, Stella could feel the chill in her bones.

She looked coldly at the man before her, and whatever remnant of past affection she had for him instantly vanished. “I said, can you please stop… mm!” Before she could repeat her entire sentence, Weston pressed his fingers against her lips.

His body hovered over hers, almost covering her entire body. There was a split second where he almost wanted to cover her mouth with hers when he heard the words he hated.

Yet, he decided against that and simply put his fingers to her lips with a dark look in his eyes.” Stella Sealey, don’t anger me.”

Their gazes locked.

Stella couldn’t help but tremble.

She clenched her fists, her guard clearly up.

Weston remained in the position for a long time and, as if suddenly losing interest, he sat up straight and said, “Sit tight.”

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She didn’t want to put up an unnecessary struggle and decided to settle down, resigned to her fate. She even fastened her seatbelt. Weston saw her movements from the rearview mirror, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “You’re pretty good at going with the flow.”

Stella avoided his gaze. “What else can I do? I don’t want to get hauled away once again.” She stared straight ahead expressionlessly. “I know very well that I’ll just be doing myself a disservice by pitting myself against a man like Mr. Ford.”

The sharp screeching of tires pierced through the night sky.

Stella’s head hit the seat before her, but she wasn’t injured, thanks to her seatbelt.

She lifted her head, and her gaze landed on a pair of cold, dark eyes. She tried to suppress the anger rising in her heart.

“Mr. Ford’s driving skills aren’t very good.”

She shut her eyes and threw out a casual remark instead of blowing her top at his abrupt braking

Weston glanced past her face and tugged open the top button of his shirt, “As long as my skills in the bedroom are enough to satisfy you.”

“You…”

Stella’s eyes flew open, completely taken aback that he would say something like that.” Weston Ford, are you mad? You have a wife and a child. Don’t you find yourself disgusting for saying something like that to me?”

He remained silent and focused on driving the silvery black Cullinan pulling forward at breakneck speed.

Weston lit up a cigarette leisurely as the massive SUV entered a wide expressway. He leaned his arm on the open window. “Fly, disgusting… what else have you got to describe me?”

Stella looked away with her lips pursed. She refused to say anything further.

Weston retracted his gaze and continued driving his car leisurely.

As he had expected, Stella could no longer stand the suspense after a few minutes, and she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Where exactly are you bringing me to?”

“I thought you refused to speak to me.”

“Weston Ford!” Stella was on the verge of losing all patience. “What exactly do you want? Didn’t you order me never to appear before you ever again? Why in the world are you doing this?”

“Who did you meet today?”

Silence ensued in the car.

A moment later, Stella collected herself and chuckled self-derisively. “You know about it already? Seems like you really care a lot about Ms. Cohen.”

She paused for a moment and looked at him with her brows raised, “Then you must be aware that she was the one who looked me up, right?”