Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

His slender legs extended to scoop up the thong on the ground with his hand-made leather shoes, before leaning down to grasp it. 

Then, he squeezed it into a ball and let go. “I remember you liked lace in the past. What made you switch to cotton?” 

Stella closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Her arms were freezing. “It was a random purchase, I have no preference,” she added as she rubbed her right arm 

Weston said nothing and threw the thong next to him. 

“Continue,” he said, studying her with interest. 

She nodded and knelt in front of him, trembling. Her hands went out and touched the spot she didn’t want to touch. 

Sure enough, his body stiffened up and the veins on his neck ruptured. He grabbed her hair and pulled her away. “Who taught you these?” “No one.” She shook her head. 

Her answer pleased him. He held the back of her neck, and his movements became gentle. 

“Good girl.” 

He knew that there weren’t any men by her side during the time they were apart. 

The only threat he had was Justin. 

But now, it seemed even he wasn’t a threat to him. 

He caressed her hair and noticed how soft it was, like fine satin. 

As if discovering a fascinating new toy, he took his time and ran his fingers through it. 

Instantly, the smile on his face vanished. 

The atmosphere turned cold. 

7 pm at night 

Stella was on her phone when Roger called her. She picked it up, looked at the man in the living room, and murmured quietly to the phone, “I have some stuff to do tonight. I’m not going home.” 

Roger, in an apron, stood next to the dinner table. He was stunned for a second when he heard the response from the other end of the phone. 

“Is there anything urgent?” 

He stared at the oil-scorched blisters on his hands, as well as the table filled with dishes for the meal he was preparing “Stella.”