Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 Thinking on one‘s feet and being quick–witted were of utmost importance to remain employed in such a wealthy family. 

This time, Stella entered the room without knocking on the door. Weston looked over. “What are you doing?” “Joan is worried that you‘ll die from your sickness and asked me to bring you some medicine.” “Did you come over of your own accord or was it because Joan asked for your help?” “What do you think?” Stella‘s tone was mild as she sat at the side of his bed and retrieved the right dosage of medication. She handed him a thermometer. “Open your mouth and put this in.” He paused for a moment, keeping silent as he stared at her. Stella couldn‘t comprehend what he was thinking. “What are you staring at me for? Measure your temperature.” 

Weston‘s interest was piqued as he stepped back. “How rare. I used to always be the one to command you. Now, it‘s your turn.” 

Stella was stunned for a moment. A while later, she glared at him and flung the thermometer on the bed. “Do whatever you want.” 

With that, she stood up to leave. Weston grabbed her wrist with a smile. “We were married once, and you‘re still so shy?” 

“Who said that I‘m being shy? I just find you unabashed!” 

Stella flung his hand away and tried to leave again, but Weston didn‘t let her. 

He was almost done with his work anyway, he thought, as he pulled Stella into his arms. He stuffed the thermometer in her hand and requested, “Help me take my temperature.” 

“Are you a child? Don‘t you know how to use a thermometer? You either put it in your mouth or stick it in your armpit!” “I don‘t. Teach me.” Stella took a deep breath. “Do you take me for a fool?” 

“Of course not,” Weston caressed her hair. “I really don‘t know.” 

He rubbed his forehead against hers. “Just feel how warm I am...” 

Stella instinctively wanted to avoid his touch, but she could only struggle in vain. 

When their foreheads touched, Stella gasped in shock. “You‘re really quite warm to the touch.” 

“Drink some,” she instructed. 

Weston looked at her, unmoving. 

Stella said, “Do you need me to feed you water?!” 

“I said that I can‘t move my hands,” he leaned back and insisted. Stella took a deep breath and slammed the cup on the bedside table. “Do as you please. In fact, if you were to die from your fever, I‘ll have the chance to leave.” “Don‘t you dare!” Weston croaked in a low voice. “Stand right there, don‘t move.” 

“Why should I listen to you?” Weston shut his eyes and said, “Come over. Let me tell you more about that overseas university.” 

Stella halted in her footsteps and turned to look at him. “Really?“