Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1377

Stella took a deep breath. Her hands trembled a little as she ran her fingers down his hair and onto the cuts and wounds on his body. After a while, she withdrew her hand and asked him, “Why did you have to do this?”

Weston did not reply.

So Stella mercilessly rubbed her hand against the wound on his body, making it hurt so much for Weston that he drew in a sharp breath and jolted his head up to look at her-

Now Stella finally had a good look at his face.

With the faint light from the lamp, she noticed that he had gotten much thinner than the last time she saw him. Unshaven, he looked so haggard that it seemed he must’ve put himself through a lot without getting much rest.

But despite all this, that striking face of his still looked as handsome as ever. In fact, at a moment when he was at his most vulnerable, he looked unusually fragile and delicate, which brought out the softer side of his attractive face.

Stella gently caressed his face. At that moment, she had absolutely no idea what she should do next.

“I thought you stopped badgering me because you finally moved on,” she said. “I didn’t know you’d torment yourself like this.”

It pained him to hear her use the word “badgering” to describe his presence around her.

“I never intended for you to find out about this,” he told her drily. “Nor did I ever want you to see me here.”

“I know…” Stella nodded. “If Yvonne hadn’t told me to come, were you planning to never see me again for the rest of your life?”

“That’s what you wanted, right? You know I’d do anything for you.”

Hearing this, Stella suddenly found it incredibly hard to breathe, as if someone had stuffed balls of cotton in her chest.

“But I never wanted you to end up this way,” she said. “You’re the father of my two children, after all. I know lots of terrible things happened between us in the past, but it’s time for us to move on and start anew.”

“Only because I’m the children’s father?”

Stella said nothing in response.

“Stop torturing yourself like this,” she said instead, getting up to her feet. “I can’t possibly come to see you every time this happens.”

“I know,” he replied. “Do you hate me even more now?”

He suddenly looked down at the horrible state that he was in. His whole body was stained with blood. At that moment, all he thought was that he might get Stella’s. hands dirty if she touched him.

“I promised you that you won’t see me again, yet I ended up doing something that forced you to come to me yourself…”

Stella sighed.

“And that’s why you should live well from now on,” she replied. “Stop hurting yourself.”

“I can’t…” A hoarse and primal grunt escaped Weston’s throat. It sounded as if a thousand blades had stabbed him at the same time. He even started to tremble a little. “This is the only way I can stop myself from going to see you.” NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Stella suddenly clenched her fists tightly.

“Don’t you know that you’re making it harder for me to let you go if you do this?” she snapped.

Weston fell silent for a long time. Finally, all he could say in response was a brief, “I’m sorry.”

He then fell back into deep and unbroken silence.

Seeing this, Stella could only let out a soft sigh and knelt back in front of him. She then reached out her hands to undo his buttons.

“What are you doing?!” Weston asked, swiftly grabbing her wrist.

“You’re covered in blood,” she explained feebly, looking straight into his eyes. “So I have to take off your clothes. How can you stand this horrible stench?”

She knew that he had always been a neat freak, so the stench of blood must be unbearable to him, which made it that much more puzzling how he managed to endure it for so long!

He said nothing. After a long while, he finally let go of her hand and let her undo his button one by one. She then took off his shirt and tossed it aside.

Then her fingers went down to his belt. She paused and asked, “You don’t need my

help with this, too, do you?”

Weston stared at her with eyes full of longing.

His gaze was so intense that it was starting to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Don’t tell me that you went through all this just to trick me into taking off your

clothes.”

Weston chuckled wryly, then said, “If I really wanted to do that, I would’ve tried it long ago.”

“Stella…” he continued. “You haven’t the slightest idea how much I want to be with you.”