Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 912

A clear voice that reeked with an oppressive aura and gut wrenching sharpness sounded from above her head.

Perhaps it was the stiff atmosphere that they were both eerily calm, like a thread stretched so thin it could snap at any moment.

Stella looked up and saw a man in a suit standing at the cabin door. His hand gripped the door frame, and his bony fingers vaguely showed his bulging blue veins.

He was so tall that he blocked out all the light, leaving only a long shadow on the floor.

It was a shadow that almost engulfed her entire body.

Stella clenched her fists slowly, and her lips turned white. She could not utter a single word.

The sound of heavy footsteps thumped toward her.

And then he stood in front of her.

The familiar oppressive aura that loomed above her head began to hit her.

She started to tremble but was swept into a pine-scented embrace before she knew it.

Weston was not someone who fancied cologne, but since it was their wedding today, he had changed his scent to suit the theme of the wedding.

Stella had personally picked it out for him.

Hence, she thought he would question and punish her, but unexpectedly, his first reaction was to hug her.

But his force was so powerful her arms hurt a little.

Stella closed her eyes and bit her lower lip without making a sound.

To say that Weston was terrifying in his current form was an understatement.

Perhaps his expressionless was a sign of his inconsolable rage.

Not even daring to plead, all she could do was await his pronouncement

"Why aren't you saying anything? Is there nothing you want to say to me?" he whispered into her ear after a while.

Stella finally lost all control of herself and began trembling uncontrollably.

She closed her eyes, and her forehead was covered with sweat." I'm sorry..."

In the end, she said this with a husky voice.

Weston suddenly let go of her and pinched her chin. "Is sorry the only thing you want to say to me?"

Stella closed her eyes and turned her head, wanting to break free from his control.

Weston would surely not let her have her way. He pinned her against the bulkhead with some force and took up the space between her legs with his knee. "Give me a good reason while I am still willing to talk to you nicely."

"What reason?" Stella asked.

"Why did you run away?"

The woman took a deep breath. "There is no reason..."

What else could she be running away for?

She didn't want to marry him or be with him. She wanted to run away from him, never to see him again. She hated him to the core and failed to squeeze even an ounce of love for him. There were so many reasons, but none of which he was willing to accept

His eyes were suddenly tinted with redness. He buried his calloused fingers in her skin, hurting her a little. "You sure are cruel."

Then, his hand slowly descended and grabbed her neck.

Her neck was so fragile it felt as though it would break with just a single squeeze.

Stella felt his touch move and stop at her rolling throat.

For a moment, she thought this man would choke her to death.

"Do you really think I won't do anything to you?”

Stella gulped. She looked at him with a constricted throat, unable to produce a word.