Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1379 

Stella had to force herself to ignore the way Weston was looking at her as she gently cleaned the bloody stains on his body.

When she reached his arm, she paused, and her brows furrowed before asking him,” How did you hurt yourself this badly?”

The cut was so deep that she could almost see his bone. His skin and flesh were torn apart, leaving a bleeding gash that was now covered by a clump of black clotted blood.

Even the sight of it made chills run down her spine.

“You’re such a fool…” she muttered, tears welling up in her eyes. She was now so choked up that she did not know what else to say.

Weston suddenly became flustered when he noticed her eyes reddening, thinking that he must have done something to upset her. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t cry,” he said. “I’m actually fine.”

He then raised his hand awkwardly, trying to wipe away her tears.

Stella turned away, not wanting to look at him.

“How can you say that you’re fine when you got yourself into such a sorry state?”

Her words made him purse his lips tightly. His head drooped down as he said, “I never asked you to come to pity me.”

Even now, he was still adamant about the matter.

“That’s right,” she replied, “I was the one who had nothing better to do and came here to see you like an idiot!”

She was sounding angry now. She tossed the towel in her hand at him, and it just so happened to land on a raw wound.

Weston frowned slightly but showed no other reactions. He picked up the towel and hung his head low, remaining completely silent.

Seeing that he looked just like a sad injured dog, Stella sighed again and massaged her temples helplessly.

She must have owed him a great deal in her last lifetime!

Stella sat back down in front of him and took the towel from him. When she saw the

fresh blood stain on it, her eyes darkened, and she quickly pressed the towel with some force on the wound.

“Ouch-”

She could hear him draw in a sharp breath.

“Serves you right,” she sobbed. “For looking so pathetic just now!”

Weston’s expressions went through several drastic changes. He looked into her eyes and seemed as if he had something to say but was hesitant to blurt it out. In the end, he just lowered his head and said nothing.

Stella did not notice the changes in his looks because she was too busy carefully cleaning the blood stains on his body. It took her a very long time before she finally cleaned his whole body up.

She then helped him change his clothes and tossed the dirty ones into a basin before carrying them into the bathroom.

As she walked away from him, she suddenly heard the noise of the chains rattling behind her. She paused and turned around to glance at Weston.

But Weston instantly stayed still and looked very calm, making Stella think that she must have been mistaken just now.

Stella shrugged, convinced that she was only imagining it just now, and thought nothing more of it as she continued walking into the bathroom.

But just as she got inside the bathroom, Weston could not stop himself from getting up on his feet and following her every move with his gaze.

He just could not bear it. He could not bear not seeing her. Not even if she was nearby. Not even if she was right there in the same room with him.

He had the urge to rush towards her. He wanted to stop right behind her and pull her into his arms.

Even Weston himself began feeling a little disturbed by these wild thoughts in his mind. He had no idea how much longer he could suppress these dark primal urges of his. He was really worried that he might hurt Stella again.

When Stella came out, all she saw was Weston looking just as calm and quiet as before. She scrutinized his face but found nothing out of sorts, to which she sighed in relief.

“You have to take better care of yourself from now on,” she told him. “No matter what, you’re still Elias and Emma’s father. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Weston nodded and continued staring at her.

Stella said a few words more after that, and then they fell into silence again.