Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 579

Chapter 579 

Stella’s eyes narrowed, guarding herself against sinking into his trap. “Why didn’t you stay back in the hospital and keep Guinevere company?” 

The moment she spoke, she felt the pressure on his hand lifting from her body. The atmosphere that barely managed to warm up turned icy once again. 

The bathroom was still steaming with the heat of the water, but it felt as cold as a freezer. 

The thorn still lay between them. In fact, it sank deeper with every minute. 

As much as they tried to disregard it, the thorn refused to disappear, and they were constantly wounded by it. It became a gap between them that they were unable to fuse. 

Weston switched off the tap, and the hot water stopped pouring out 

He lifted Stella’s chin, “Do you really hope I’ll keep her company at the hospital?” 

Stella looked straight into his eyes, “I just think it’s more suitable for you to stay by her side.” 

A storm was brewing in his eyes, and his aura overwhelmed Stella. 

There wasn’t much space in the tub, to begin with. 

He looked into her eyes as if fixing his glare on prey in a cage. 

She was a trapped animal with nowhere to run. 

Stella didn’t like him surveying her with that look. She turned her face away, trying to avoid his gaze. 

Weston suddenly reached out and lifted Stella who was seated in front of him. 

The water sloshed around them, and Stella was wet from head to toe as she was pinned against the bathroom wall, trapped between his arms. 

She felt herself getting lifted high into the air, and the uneasy sensation of her feet leaving the ground made her arms instinctively wrap themselves around Weston’s neck.” I’ll fall…” 

“You won’t.” Weston held both her hands together and held them above her head. 

Her back touched the cold tiles behind her, which were wet from the condensation of the hot steam. Droplets glistened on the wall next to her, reflecting the dim light in the bathroom. 

Stella felt a little uncomfortable as she called his name.“ Weston…” 

“I’m right here.” 

Weston lifted a knee and nudged it against her as he lowered her head and bit her collarbone lightly. 

She had reached her limits in bathing with him. 

His increasingly bold moves made her no longer able to tolerate things. She gritted her teeth and looked deep in misery 

Weston could sense her resistance and stopped. “Stella?” 

Before Stella could stop him, he pressed his lips against hers. 

Unlike the soft, tender kiss just now, this kiss felt more like a punishment 

She opened her eyes and stared at the man before her. 

The tenderness was gone from Weston’s eyes, leaving behind only pitch-black darkness. It felt as if he wanted to crush all her words of resistance in between their locked lips. 

He was single-minded in torturing her violently, his posture clearly refusing to take a “no” for an answer. 

He was on the brink of losing all self-control. 

His arms were like steel shackles, trapping her in place with such force that it hurt. 

Panic began trickling into Stella’s heart at the sight of him losing control over himself. “Weston, let me go…”