Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 958

Chapter 958 

Perhaps the time since the afternoon helped to simmer down Stella’s anger, but regardless of the cause, she was no longer furious at Weston.

In fact, she even saw the truth in his words-she had tried to run from the wedding, but Weston managed to intercept her and bring her back.It was only natural that she accepted the consequences of her actions and get punished.

It would be foolish to assume that just because he had been treating her with tenderness these past few days, it meant he would let her off the hook.

“How long are you planning to lock me up in here?” she asked calmly after a long silence.

"Can you give me a specific duration?” Weston turned to her and scrutinized her face under the dim, yellow glow of the night light.

"You're not assuming I would give you a one-year deadline like I did last time, are you?” 

“But…surely you're not going to lock me up forever?!” 

"Why can’t I? It’s your fault for being so stubborn.” The body under the blankets kept rising and falling as if a tempest of anger was brewing underneath.

Stella took a deep breath to calm herself down before saying, “You can’t keep me inside here forever..." 

Stella then suddenly softened her demeanor and touched the back of his hand.

“Even animals are let out sometimes.They're never kept inside their entire lives..." 

"Are you comparing yourself to livestock?” Weston’s ire was triggered, and he raised her chin.

“Is that what it feels like being with me? You feel like you’re a caged animal?” 

“That’s not what I meant…”Stella denied.She felt that everything she said to him had to be wrong and would provoke his rage.

Was it because she could not give him the most basic thing he wanted? Was it becauseshe couldn't even have sex with him, and that was why she would frustrate him no matter what she said? “Weston, I'm completely powerless right now.

What more do you want from me?” She looked at him and soberly added, “I will never run away ever again.I can’t even if I wanted to.I'm completely in your hands now, so what more do you want?” Her voice cracked as she spoke.Laced with quiet despondency , it was as if being with Weston was some sort of torture.

Weston squeezed her chin with increasing force and responded, "Why ask such questions when you know you can’t give me what I want?” He looked straight into her eyesand added, "What good are you to me besides giving me sex?” He never intended to say such a vulgar thing, yet he blurted it out anyway for some reason.