Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 915

She had said it as calmly as she could, but it only served to make Weston's blood surge, as he felt waves rolling in his chest.

How could she be so calm?

After abandoning everything he gave her, she had the audacity to utter such words.

Did she even know how angry he was right now?

"I've been too kind to you.

"You forgot what kind of person I am," Weston went on.

Stella smiled, but her eyes were devoid of light. "It's because I know what kind of person you are that..."

That she chose to run... that she chose to leave him.

But she didn't say it aloud, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

Instead, she grabbed his wrist. "You can do whatever you want. Just don't involve the innocent."

"Innocent?"

He lowered his head and looked at where she was holding him, yet there were no emotions behind those eyes. "In my eyes, Roger isn't innocent." Suddenly, he placed his hand on the back of her hand.

Stella's eyes trembled, anticipating his next move. However, Weston pulled her hand off and in a sharp voice, said, "He has

such thoughts for you. Do you think I can still tolerate him?"

"No!" Her eyes widened suddenly, and she cried emotionally," Please don't do this to me..."

Tears began to pool around her eyes.

Weston, however, was unmoved. He reached out and touched her eyes instead. "You just begged me again for the same man."

"I really only consider him a part of my family, and I promise you I won't contact him in any way in the future..."

"He already has his own life now, and I don't need to take care of him like I used to. Just let him go, okay?" she continued to plead her case.

Weston looked at Stella, who was on the edge of crying, and felt mixed emotions. He was mainly annoyed that he was feeling something unknown.

He didn't know whether it was jealousy or hatred.

As he looked at the tears pooling around her eyes, about to break into a massive bawl, he immediately covered them with his hand. "Don't cry. This trick doesn't work on me anymore."

As soon as he finished, he felt his palms becoming wet.

Stella closed her eyes, and warm tears fell in the palm of his hand.

After a while, he clenched his fists and stood up. “If you don't want me to deal with him, you—”

His countenance turning hard and stony, he said, "Show me your sincerity and please me."

Stella took a deep breath and at him firmly. "You promise?"

"You have no right to negotiate conditions with me now."

Weston pinned her messy hair behind her ears and rubbed her cheeks carefully. "The wedding is not over yet. You still have half an hour to show your sincerity. After we dock, the wedding will continue."

His eyes were fixed on her as he spoke, attempting to unravel whatever trick she might be hiding up her sleeve.

Under his gaze, Stella pursed the corner of her mouth, her face as white as a sheet.

She then stood up slowly, and squatted down in front of him.