Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 919

The name sounded offensive.

Ben frowned. "Mr. Ford is at the wedding with his wife. I will handle these small matters."

"What a good dog, very loyal!" Warren spoke without the slightest sympathy, and his crutch rattled on the ground. "Don't you forget who owns the company now? I haven't died, nor have I abdicated yet. How dare you disobey me?!"

Ben lowered his head but had no intention of retreating, standing firmly in front of him.

Warren was on the edge of losing his patience as he shouted, "Move!"

"Sorry, Chairman, you can go in, but she can't." Adamant about not letting Guinevere in, Ben gave him no room for negotiation. "This is Mr. Ford's order!"

He was at fault for letting Guinevere appear at the wedding If he couldn't even accomplish the task that Weston gave him, his title as the chief assistant would might as well become invalid.

Thanks to the backup plan, the wedding was able to continue.

Stella's wedding dress had been given to her body double, so she naturally couldn't use it.

Owing to that, the makeup artist immediately took out another ocean blue wedding dress.

The dress, mainly white in color with a hint of blue, had pearls embellished around the tail of the dress.

It was also decorated with diamonds, making it an unimaginably costly piece.

After being captured by Weston from the boat, Stella had become very calm.

She looked at the wedding dress on the shelf and said to Weston, "I'll change my dress and then touch up my makeup..."

He grunted but did not move.

Stella pursed her lips awkwardly. "Can you turn around?" The man's cold eyes swept over her. "I've seen every inch of your body. Just change here."

She paused but did not nod.

It wasn't that she was trying to make a scene. They had done everything, and changing in front of him meant nothing.

However, the makeup artist and costume designer were also standing there. He was only embarrassing her by saying those things. The two immediately understood the situation. "Then we'll go out first..." The makeup artist put away the tools on the table, but the designer reminded them of something. "It takes a little effort to put on this skirt, and the ribbons at the back must be tied one by one..."

She then gave Weston a few precautions. "Mr. Ford, please, help your wife put it on, and we will come in later.

Weston didn't reply. Instead, he walked towards Stella with the gown and glanced at the short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants she had put on for an unhindered escape.

"Why are you standing still? You want me to take them off for you?"

Stella moved a bit, then raised her hand and took off her clothes. She tore off the laces of her sweatpants and slowly pulled them off. Behind her was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, which clearly reflected her entire body.

He stood there, watching her as she took piece by piece off.

The red marks on her back clearly reflected off the mirror.

The man suddenly walked over, pressed her against the mirror, leaned over, and lowered his eyes. With the tip of his nose pressed against the red patch, and said in a hoarse voice,

"From today, I won't let you leave my sight even for half a step." He watched Stella changing with unwavering eyes, staying by her side the entire time, no matter what she did.

She turned her back to him and felt the warmth of his breath sprayed onto her skin, causing her to shudder. She could already feel his oppression along with his pervasive desire for control. Under his great oppression, she could barely breathe.