Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1383
He became unusually gentle as though attempting to overwhelm her within the whirlpool he had created.
Then things got a little out of control.
Stella only knew that she was crying and screaming in the latter part of the night, yet Weston showed no mercy.
The gentleness earlier seemed to be a pretense to the true nature that he was displaying.
The rumbling inside the room continued almost until the early morning before it slowed down.
But not long after, in the morning, the torture of tossing and turning happened again. She was unable to make a sound by the
end, her throat was dry and itchy, and she was wet, not knowing whether it was sweat or something else.
She slept until the next afternoon before showing signs of waking up.
But when she opened her eyes, a wave of fatigue immediately swept over her, and went back to sleep.
Weston woke up before her and lay beside her, tracing her face softly.
His love–filled fingers touched her skin, inching southward little by little.
But he was a little worried, afraid of what she would think of him when she woke up.
He really did not hold back last night. So many years of loneliness... he did not know how many days and nights he had
endured, but everything was let out in one night.
Naturally, her body was in no shape to receive such an onslaught.
When he got up, he made some noise. Stella only frowned a little, turned over, and went back to sleep.
Weston got up gently without disturbing her.
After getting dressed, he looked back at her and gave her a kiss on the forehead before getting up and working on a side table.
He had been restraining his desire for her for almost all of this time, and when he calmed down, he would attend to the affairs of
the company.

His accumulated experience and ability had long been able to allow him to handle Ford Corporation with ease, but he had still
fallen behind on a lot of work.
He lowered his head, looked at the documents in his hands, and glanced at her sleeping face, and only then did he feel the
empty place in his heart filled.
It took a few hours before Stella woke up.
It was almost dinner, and her body felt like it had been dismantled and reassembled. She was so tired that she felt completely
listless, and when she opened her eyes, she was even a little confused about where she was.
The space here was unfamiliar, it took a while to come back to what happened last night...
The next second, she saw the man coming to her. “Did you rest well?”
She flinched at his voice, thinking back to the scene last night, and it instinctively repulsed her.
When he saw her reaction, his eyes turned gloomy, and he did not dare to go near her.
He sat at the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry. I got a little carried away last night.”
“Wasn’t that way over the limits?”
She lost her temper and shouted at him, “You are worse than a beast!”
Her voice was hoarse, a clear result of the unceasing moans throughout the entire night.
She touched her neck, inexplicably feeling a little embarrassed, not daring to look him in the eyes.
But her evasive look caught the man’s eyes, and he thought that she did not want to see him anymore.
So he looked down and said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry.”
He suddenly pulled her hands and put them on his face. “If you are angry, you can hit me or curse at me.”
The natural aura of superiority made him seem not at all humble when he said such things but oppressive.
She jerked her hand back and looked at him, somewhat puzzled. “Why am I even hitting you?”