Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491

Weston did not want to stick around any longer and stood up while delivering his instructions, “Settle this cleanly and don’t make me step in. You know that I know no limits.” 

“Of course,” Chris reassured him. “You can rest easy with me on this case.” 

Weston scoffed but didn’t say anything further. He picked up his coat and turned to leave. 

At Stardust Mansion. 

Stella fell asleep in the car, and by the time she woke up, she found herself lying on the bed in her room. She opened her eyes blearily and rubbed them as she shook herself awake. That was when she remembered what had happened. As she glanced at the clock, she realized it was already evening. She never expected that she’d sleep for so long. A moment later, she heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside. Stella subconsciously shut her eyes and smoothened her blanket, pretending she was still asleep. The footsteps outside gradually became lighter. By the time they entered the room, they were almost inaudible. Although Stella had her eyes closed, she could feel Weston by her bedside, staring at her for a while. 

She had no idea why she decided to pretend to be asleep. 

Perhaps she just didn’t want to face him. 

A moment later, she felt a warm touch on her forehead. 

It was a very gentle kiss. Even without opening her eyes, she could clearly sense the tenderness of the touch. Stella suddenly didn’t want to wake up. She didn’t want to face up to the fact that all his tenderness was but mere pretense. 

Stella remained silent, only to harrumph in frustration a moment later. 

The implicit meaning behind what he said was that she was asleep and that he shouldn’t disturb her. 

To her chagrin, Weston turned from bad to worse as he began unbuttoning her sleeping gown. He simply went overboard and bolder by the minute. 

Stella clenched her fists, almost unable to bear his aggressiveness. 

She gritted her teeth and stopped herself from making any noise. At this point, pretending she was still asleep was meaningless. Weston held his body up as he flipped the switch to the bedside lamp. The curtains were very thick. Although it was early in the evening, it was winter, and the sky had already turned dark. The harsh weather outside hardly affected the warmth in the house. Weston saw Stella’s cheeks turning flushed, and a happy chuckle arose from deep in his throat. “Stella, you need to improve your acting in pretending to be asleep.”