Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 593

Chapter 593

She didn’t say a word, but her breathing was heavy.

Weston raised his hand, tucked the little hair beside her cheek behind her ear, and then kissed the tip of her nose. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Hence, Stella closed her eyes obediently. “Is this all right, then?”

She was so obedient that there was no way he could be cold to her.

He pressed his forehead on hers and chuckled lightly.” Why are you so smart?”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her again without giving her the chance to react.

It was a little cold outside, and the cold breeze drifted in the pavilion.

The weather was chilly because it was spring.

Stella felt his changes. She knew what would happen next, and she was a little nervous.

He was still biting on her lips as he asked her in a hoarse voice, “Can we?”

She shut her eyes, knowing what he was asking about. She took a deep breath and nodded nervously. “Let’s go back to the bedroom first… okay?”

After speaking, she buried her head in his neck, looking shy.

Weston cocked his head to the side, feeling a burst of warmth on his cheek while he chuckled. “Are you shy?”

She didn’t respond but instead took a bite on his neck.

He wasn’t angry and lifted her instantly, holding her bottom with one hand. “Hold on to me tighter.”

He couldn’t see her face, so he didn’t realize that her expression didn’t match her actions.

She should be shyly leaning against his neck and snuggling into his arms, like how he had imagined she would be.

But Stella’s eyes were clear.

She shook her head. “No.”

She looked at the man’s unchanged expression, and her eyes flashed. Perhaps he didn’t want that answer. Then, she turned her head to the other side and said, “It doesn’t

matter, because I have to do it…”

She seemed to be throwing a tantrum.

Weston released his grip and kissed her on the tip of her nose. “If you don’t like it, don’t do it.”

“Really?” Stella raised her head and looked at him with hazy eyes.

Her look of feeling wronged but was still forced to be obedient softened his heart. “When have I forced you?”

“You’ve never forced me, but you’ve always threatened me.” 

She sniffed. The tip of her nose was red, and she looked like a little squirrel that had suffered so much grievances.