Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412

No matter how Stella tried to pretend, she could not hide the repulsiveness she was feeling. 

That was when Weston stopped, and started to offer her reassurance-he had become much more patient than ever before. Whatever he was doing, he would stop once Stella appeared upset, and pat her back reassuringly as if she were a child. 

Moreover, he would not continue if she insisted that she was uncomfortable, and it was the same this time. Holding his own forehead against hers and watching her flush and pant from his kisses, Weston asked, “How many times have I told you not to take quiet routes when you’re alone? Did I scare you just now?”, “You did that on purpose?!” It was only then that Stella realized, since what had happened just now was clearly unusual. 

After all, Weston lingered inside his car and kept quiet, while his car followed Stella at a neutral pace. Anyone who saw that would be under the impression that he meant harm. 

Weston chuckled hoarsely then. “Well, you’re the one who keeps doubting me. I’d rather you get spooked a little than to regret it when some thug comes after you.” Stella sneered ironically. “It’s not as if I don’t have a thug after me already.” 

Weston’s gaze darkened when he realized that she was talking about him. He wrapped his hands around her waist then and asked, “Who are you calling a thug?” 

“Who do you think?” “How am I a thug?” Weston held her up so that they were sitting face-to-face just then. “Why don’t you tell me?” Stella turned away, not willing to meet his eyes just then. “You knew that I’d get scared, but you did it anyway.” 

That was when Weston’s expression suddenly turned solemn, and he lifted her chin so that she looked him in the eyes. “That’s because I know that it would just be a case of false alarm. If you keep going against what I say, however, it would be too late if you really run into a real thug-understood?” 

Still, while he managed to catch her unprepared this time, Weston saw that she had misunderstood his intention and scowled. “What do you take me for? Do you really think I’m obsessed with sex all the time?” 

Stella pursed her lips in silence, but the look in her eyes made it obvious that she did. 

Weston sighed and smiled despite himself, and made her turn around, lifting her blouse just 

then and studying a bruise over her back. His smile vanished immediately as his eyes turned frighteningly cold. Stella flinched uncomfortably in response, since she was actually surprised that he would notice her injury. “Don’t move.” Weston pinned her down as he studied the bruise closely, his slim, callused fingers moving over her back as he did. Stella felt utterly out of place as every spot he touched seemed to jolt her. “Stop looking. It’s nothing serious.”