Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 621

Chapter 621 “Why are you so quick?” 

Weston threw the clothes on her head. “Didn’t you tell me to get you clothes? Put them on.” 

“You should go out first…” Stella took the pajamas off her head. “Get out.” 

After that, she noticed the change of emotions on the man’s impassive face. 

“I thought you wanted me to bring you clothes and help you wear them?” Weston teased. 

“I did not! I didn’t say that!” 

Weston curled his lips and strode in to close the bathroom door. His intention was clear. 

Stella took a few steps back with her pajamas in her arms. She kept retreating until there was nowhere to go. Then, Weston pressed her against the cold wall. “Didn’t you say it’s enough? I’m going to get dressed…” She pushed him with some difficulty. 

Weston’s breath lingered on the top of her head. “Calm down.” His voice suddenly turned deep. 

Weston suddenly reached out to her and picked her up. He pressed her against the wall and cushioned the back of  her head with his big hands. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her passionately. “Woo… Umph…” Stella whimpered, but her voice was swallowed in their kiss. Her whimpers soon turned into low murmurs and moans. 

The water in the bathroom was both hot and cold. 

Weston had always been unrestrained in his intimacy with her. He might’ve continued with his mad folly if it were not for Stella’s body. 

It was a silent night. 

Stella was fast asleep, but Weston never closed his eyes. He lit a cigarette but quickly put it out after some thought. 

Just as he expected, Stella did not sleep well. When it was almost morning, she suddenly frowned and mumbled something in her sleep. 

Maybe she never noticed it herself, but she always had horrible nightmares about the lost child or her begging the old relatives not to kick her out. Between the two, though, she mumbled about her lost child the most. 

Weston held her in his arms, comforting her softly. “It’s just a dream. Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.” Sometime later, Stella finally calmed down and fell asleep. Weston sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her with a dark, inscrutable gaze as he placed his hand on her belly. 

It was just about having another child. As long as he wanted it, there had to be a way.