Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1390
Weston frowned, unhappy to hear her define his gifts as throwing money at her.
He sat down in front of her and tapped his finger lightly on the desk. “You can say it if you don’t like it.”
Stella shook her head and sighed. “I think you seem to be mistaken. Weston, about that day...”
She finally talked about that day.
It seemed like they were a step closer, so much closer to each other. Yet, he still felt a million miles away.
Even though they had been in intimate contact countless times that day, he still did not feel like he could hold on to her.
His throat rolled up and down, and it took him a long time before he said, “What do you have to say about that day?”
She knew it might irritate him, but she had to make herself clear. “You might have misunderstood something. Let’s just say it was
all in the heat of the moment. We’re grown adults anyway.”
He clenched his fist at once and looked at her with obscure and inexplicable eyes. “I don’t understand.”
She let out a breath. “These things are very normal in this era. You don’t need to feel burdened about it, and don’t think that it
could mean anything...”
He snorted and suddenly propped himself up on the table, slowly forcing himself to look at her.
She felt pressured by his gaze and looked away. “Don’t look at me like this...”
Weston grabbed her wrist at once and forced her to look straight into his eyes.” Why? You’re not going to tell me that you’ve
been abroad for so many years that you’ve been assimilated into the foreign mindset and think getting laid doesn’t count for
anything?”
She frowned and began to feel that Weston had revealed his true colors.
Perhaps the earlier tenderness was all his forced patience, and he was suppressing his true nature in front of her. This look now
felt more familiar to her.

She looked into his eyes calmly and said indifferently, “Let’s not even mention foreigners... people in this country are also very
open now. As long as the two are single and have no infectious disease, that kind of thing is nothing if they both consent.‘
He snorted, squeezing her wrist and gradually tightening his force. “It meant something to me. I have never been so intimate with
any woman, and the only one I have is you. The place has been empty for so many years, and you are telling me now that that
does not mean anything?”
She looked away, unwilling to look him in the eyes.
The next second, she let out a sharp shriek.
He crossed directly over to her desk and picked her up, turning around to hold her against the edge of the desk. Then, he lifted
the hem of her skirt to reach his hand inside. “Then I’ll let you feel what that really means to me.”
He kissed her neck, then her collarbone, and moved downward gradually, leaving a trail of drool.
In the end, he reached her bosoms again. Stella instinctively wanted to push him away, but her hands went limp and rested on
his shoulders, powerless to push him away.
He directly clasped her wrists together and pressed her waist to keep making advances.
She was unable to break free and tried to duck back, but he pressed her waist harder and harder.
He kissed her with an uncontrollable frenzy.
He kissed her all over her body, but not on her lips.
She knew he was angry, and it seemed like he was punishing her.
She was pinned to the table, her hands on his shoulders, and suddenly she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He was startled for a moment and stopped, his eyes looking at her in confusion as if he was trying to read her demeanor.
His eyes roamed over her face, desperate to fathom her true emotions these days.