Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 933

Weston furrowed his brow. He did not want to answer the call at first, but a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes when he saw the caller's number.

He glanced at Stella without saying a word, then uncuffed themselves and let her go to the bathroom. He waited until he heard the sound of running water from inside before he walked out onto the balcony with the phone.

He answered the call and asked, "He's missing? What do you mean?"

Weston's tone was low and cold. "How could you lose a guy? What's the point of having you then?"

The man on the other end was clearly intimidated by Weston's tone. He said with trepidation, "Sorry, Mr. Ford. We were following him, but he jumped into the sea from the other fishing boat..."

"That area comprises a delta full of islands and reefs. There are pirates there too. We just can't find him like that."

"Delta?"

Weston furrowed his brow. His face turned gloomier. "I told you to chase him, but I didn't tell you to chase him to such a place!"

Unlike home, foreign lands contained many places with terrible safety.

The Delta was known as a dangerous area. It was popular with pirates. They wouldn't even care if a navy vessel was passing... they would rush out and rob them.

"We didn't expect him to jump... We can't find him now, but we're sure he must have gotten on some boat..."

"Keep looking, and send more men." After that, Weston paused a little, then added, "Go check the spots where the delta meets the ocean current and check carefully."

Weston then pointed out a few more places to search. He predicted the places Roger would likely go to base on the geographical landscape.

Shortly after, the sound of a door opening came from the bathroom. Weston hung up the phone and looked over." Are you done?" Weston looked at Stella, who came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel, her wet hair limply draping over her shoulders. .

The water dripped from her hair to her collarbone and gradually ran down her body.

Weston put his phone away and walked to her. "Why did you bathe so quickly?"

He twirled her hair between his fingertips and sniffed it gently. "Are you sure it's clean?"

"It's clean," Stella answered him. "Do you want to bathe?"

"Why were you in such a hurry?"

Weston deliberately misinterpreted her words and looked at her with a meaningful smile. His gaze made Stella feel a little uncomfortable. She moved aside and said, "You can go in and bathe." Weston stopped teasing her and patted her head. "Wait for me in bed."

Their wedding lasted almost all day, and they did not return home. Instead, they stayed on the hotel's top floor.

The dinner party was still ongoing downstairs. The guests tried to come up and bother them, but Weston had ordered them to leave the space for them. He did not want anyone to come up and disturb them. Stella found the silence unbearable, however.

Sitting on the bed, she felt like she was waiting to suffer. After she settled down in the silence, she finally felt a little lost. Memories hit her like an afterthought.

Her joy of freedom from her first escape had been washed away little by little. All that remained was her despair and fear when Weston caught her and forced her to return to him.

She started feeling uncertain about her future. Lost and confused, she wondered where she could go. Would this be her life forever?

Must she be trapped in a cage she hated? Would she have to live with tiny remnants of hope while waiting for Weston to get tired of her?

What about Roger? Where was he?

What would Weston do to him? Would he make things difficult for him? What should she do if Weston refused to leave him alone?