Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181

Weston could tell that she felt uneasy when she walked out of the washroom. Keeping silent, he closed his book and placed it on the table next to him. “Let’s rest for today. What would you like to do?” 

Stella turned her head around and glanced at the clock. “I want to go to work.” 

The sight of his brows furrowing made Stella explain. “Teachers at the training center don’t get the weekends off. Many children spend their entire weekends on supplementary classes.” 

Others might be able to enjoy a free weekend with nothing to do, but to them, it was the golden working period. 

He simply stood up without a word and walked past her. 

“I’ll send you,” he said lightly when he reached the door. 

Stella had her back towards him. Her head lowered as conflicting emotions arose in her heart. 

But she had no choice other than to follow behind him. 

When they left the house, she couldn’t help but try to negotiate. “Haven’t we agreed that the driver would send me to work?”. 

Weston steered the wheel with ease and glanced at Stella on the front passenger seat. “Fasten your seatbelt,” he reminded. 

Stella retracted her gaze and reached a hand out for the seatbelt. Suddenly, Weston stopped the car and leaned over to help her with it. 

His black hair brushed the tip of her nose, giving it a rising itch. 

After the car ground to a halt. Stella looked around her for a while to confirm that no other cars were passing before she opened the door. 

Weston saw how careful she was, and the frustration grew in his heart. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. “Tell me when you end work. I’ll come over to fetch you.” Stella stopped everything she was doing, clearly unwilling to do as he said. Weston, on the other hand, ignored her clear reluctance. “Don’t make me personally look for you at the center.” 

With that, he shut the car door and drove off. 

Stella stood where she was for a long time, in the wake of the dust and grime from the speeding car. It was only after the car had disappeared that she finally turned around to walk to the training center 

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Random Art Training Center. The working hours for the weekends began an hour later than usual. When Stella arrived, only a few people were in the classroom. She began her preparation work and started warming up in the huge classroom. A while later, she heard sounds coming from the changing room. Someone out of her expectation emerged. “Ella, what are you doing here?”