Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393 Stella responded, “I told you way earlier that you should see the doctor, but you insisted not to. You had to faint before you allowed the doctor to look at you.” “I didn‘t faint,” Weston‘s face fell as he corrected her. “I was just a little tired and fell asleep.” 

“Fine, whatever you say.” 

He furrowed his brows, unhappy that Stella was just trying to patronize him. 

He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her close. “Sit here and keep me company. Don‘t go anywhere else.” 

Stella wanted to go to her workroom to read her script, but she now had no choice but to sit back down. 

The family doctor couldn‘t help but tease, “When I give you an injection later, do you want to cover his eyes, Ms. Steele?” 

He would only dare to joke like that because Stella was around. 

For some reason, he felt that Weston wouldn‘t get angry because Stella was around. 

As he had expected, Weston looked at him with mild annoyance but did not pursue the matter. 

Stella chuckled and turned to Weston, teasing him further, “If you‘re afraid of injections, just say the word. I‘ll definitely save you.” 

His face darkened, but he remained silent and shut his eyes, not willing to stoop to her level. 

Stella‘s interest was piqued as she saw how the doctor started looking for the vein at the back of his hand. 

Stella nodded. “Thank you, Doctor.” “Don‘t mention it. It‘s my job,” the doctor replied. 

With that, he stood up. 

Joan walked over and said, “Why don‘t you stay over for the night? I‘ll clean up a guest room for you. If Mr. Ford‘s fever doesn‘t subside in the middle of the night, it‘ll be easier for you to help.” Stella thought it was a good idea. Turning to Weston, she asked, “What do you think?” Weston caressed her head. “You decide. You‘re the mistress around here.” 

He said the word “mistress” in a tone that was tender to no end. 

A glint flashed past Stella‘s eyes, but she instinctively avoided his gaze and turned to look at Joan instead. “Please help clean up the guest room, then.” Joan nodded and brought the doctor downstairs. 

After they left, Weston immediately pulled Stella into his embrace. She struggled against his hold, “You‘re still on a drip, aren‘t you worried about moving around too much?” “What‘s there to be afraid of?” Weston rested his chin on her head and rubbed against it. He lowered his head and kissed her cheeks. His breath was still hot and heavy, and Stella somehow found him exceptionally sticky when he was sick. Why did she never realize that he had this side to him? “Are you a child? You‘re so sticky when you‘re sick.” Weston remained silent as he kept an arm around her waist, refusing to let her go. “You must stay with me.“