Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1412

When it ended, it was already time to get off work.

Stella’s clothes were all over the floor. She had no energy to pick them up.

The well–fed man was extremely patient. After buttoning his white shirt and putting on his garments, he came to dress her.

Stella was served by him the whole process.

Her energy consumption these days was too big until she felt a bit sick, so her attitude toward Weston was not that gentle anymore. She put her hand on his muscular arm and dug her nails into it. “Why didn’t you do it gently when I asked you to?”

Her tone of voice was clearly with rancor, but Weston chuckled after pausing for a moment. “Though you were telling me to go gentle, you had been holding me and not letting me go. If I went gentle and slow, you grunted instead. What did you want me to do exactly?”

She was speechless.

She flushed and got angry by herself, not wanting to pay more attention to him.

Weston helped her get dressed, pinched her cheek, and said, “Go home?”

She shook her head and looked outside the window. “They just got off work. I don’t want them to see me like this.”

She walked into his break room, where a mirror hung on the wall.

When she saw the hickeys on her neck, she glared at the man through the mirror. ” Look at what you have done! How am I supposed to go out like this?”

He hugged her from the back, kissed her hair, and apologized half–heartedly by whispering in her ear. “I will kiss you here next time, okay?”

He stroked her neck up and down, his large palm almost enveloping her entire neck.” I will aim for kisses in places where no one else can see them.”

She was speechless.

He was talking as if he did not kiss her on the spots where people could not see. Not only her neck and collarbone but the parts which were covered by her clothes were also ravaged.

She sighed and stopped talking.

This man was currently crazy, and his mental state was very unstable to the point that he needed medication. Hence, she had better not stimulate him.

Anyway, as long as he cared for her feelings, both of them would be comfortable doing this kind of thing, so she was not bothered to bother with him about anything.

Weston kissed her nonstop and very lovingly.

She had never been like this before, complying with him in this matter. She was so obedient, as if she was back in the days when they had been married when she never refused his requests.

He twisted her face and tried to kiss her cheek, but when he saw the emotion in her eyes, the boiling passion suddenly cooled down.

Although she obeyed him, she did not have any initiative.

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Sometimes she was clearly uncomfortable or did not want it, but for whatever reason, she did not refuse him.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly recalled the wildest moment they had just had when Stella had been folded over his body almost in its entirety. He thought she liked it and enjoyed it, but it was also possible that she was disgusted with herself but had to submit because she pitied him.

Stella noticed the changes on the man’s face. She got up slowly and glanced at him. “Why aren’t you talking?”

Weston paused for a moment and smiled at her. “Nothing.”

He pulled her to a seat on the couch in his office, acting a little more cautiously toward her.

She could not help but give a sarcastic laugh. “You were so harsh just now, but now you’re being gentle. Why are you pretending?”

She thought it was just a mocking remark, but she did not expect him to change his face and hug her seriously and say in her ear. “I’m sorry.”

She froze for a moment, thinking that he had changed.

Weston, however, suddenly took her hand and put it on his face. “If I do that the next time, just hit me and scold me.”

She did not know what to say.