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Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1191

“Don‘t move. Just let me hug you for a while.”

Stella seemed to catch on to what he was doing and glanced at the Cullinan through the rearview mirror. She chuckled and made no objections.

Meanwhile, in the other car, Weston‘s eyes turned gloomy as he stared at the appalling sight of the two people hugging. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He said nothing, he just switched on the turn signal and honked

The screeching noise rang through the parking lot.

Bradley straightened up in his seat and whispered to Stella, “He looks angry now. Do you need my help?”

“No,” she replied. “I‘ll deal with him myself.”

“Are you sure you don‘t need my help?” Bradley asked again, staring deeply at her. Now that he had provoked Weston‘s ire, there was no way he‘d let things go without causing some trouble.

He was, in fact, waiting for Stella to speak up, to ask for his help.

But all she did was shake her head lightly as she toyed with her earrings with her fingers. Looking away from him, she said, “This is my problem. I‘m not about to drag

someone else in.”

So she still regarded him as an outsider, keeping him at an arm‘s length. Bradley‘s eyes darkened. He knew that he couldn‘t be too rash about this.

He pushed the door open and got out of the car, and when he walked past the Cullinan, he paused and looked straight into the eyes of the man inside it. Their eyes glinted in the shadows like daggers. The temperature seemed to drop suddenly, and the air in the surroundings turned frosty.

It was only a brief glance before Bradley withdrew his gaze and turned to leave without looking back.

Stella gazed indifferently at the black luxury car through the rearview mirror without saying or doing anything. Once she had seen Bradley safely entering the elevator, she turned her car around and drove away.

As expected, Weston slammed the gas pedal and started to tailgate her, seemingly without any hurry at all, as if he was playing a cat–and–mouse game with her. Stella remained silent. Every once in a while, her fingers tapped on the steering wheel listlessly. She drove on like that for some time until she suddenly realized that the black car that had been following her was gone.

She chuckled. Was that already too much for him to handle?

She shook her head. Then she gave no more thought about it and drove straight home.

When she reached the apartment, she pushed the elevator button and walked in. Suddenly, a hand appeared out of the dark, forcing the elevator door open

Before Stella could react, a tall and muscular man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist appeared before her. His black inky eyes were staring fixedly at her. His strikingly handsome face was illuminated by the elevator light, making his elegant features seem even more pronounced.

He said nothing at all. With a cold, stony face, he grabbed her wrists and dragged her out of the elevator, just as he did at the private lounge earlier. But this time, Stella had lost all her patience for him. She scowled at him and demanded, “Let go of me!”

The man did not seem to hear her at all. He dragged her to a dark corner nearby and pinned her on the wall with both his hands holding her shoulders tight.

“Have you had enough fun?” he asked, his eyes peering down at her.

Stella wanted to shove him away, but he had locked her hands in place and pressed her hard against the wall, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I‘ll ask you again,” he repeated, “have you had enough fun?”

“What are you talking about?” she frowned. “Are you trying to threaten me again?” “I‘m not,” he whispered, leaning down close to her ear.“ I‘m just...”

He could not finish his sentence, either because he had no idea what to say next or because he was still lost in thoughts. It was a long while before he spoke up again with a calmer tone, whispering, “I want to see the twins.” Stella‘s body stiffened instantly. Then she violently shoved him away as if she had just gotten an electric shock.

“What right do you have to demand to see them?” she snapped.

“Who do you think you are?!”

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“I‘m not saying I have any right,” he replied, his eyes pitch – black and his voice raspy. “I‘m not trying to take anything from you.”

“Trust me,” he comforted her gently as if she was a frightened little creature. “Stella, this time I won‘t force you to do anything, like how I did. All I want is to see them. Please?”

As soon as the thought of those two children popped into his mind, an uncontrollable feeling of tender affection overcame him.

That day, in the restaurant, he only had a chance to hold Emma for a while, but he could never forget how it felt.

He wanted to see his children again. Especially the boy. He had not even had a chance to hold him yet.

Stella could easily see the desire in his eyes.

“I think you must‘ve misunderstood something,” she sneered, trying to chip away at his hope bit by bit. “You should‘ve known a long time ago that I could never get pregnant, Mr. Ford. The truth is, the twins aren‘t my children, much less yours.” “Then why do they look just like you?” he asked, his eyes full of tenderness. He took no offense from her biting sarcasm, and he kept his patience intact. “I know you won‘t be able to accept me right now, but I honestly just want to see them. Please, Stella, I won‘t disturb them at all. I‘ll be content with watching them from a distance...”

“Absolutely not!” Stella snapped coldly. “I told you they‘re not your children, so what else do you want from us? Why won‘t you leave us in peace?”

She uttered each word with icy clarity, showing him absolutely no mercy.

“By the way,” she continued, “since you seem really curious, perhaps I should just tell you that I adopted those kids.”

Weston‘s face sank. He remained silent as he kept staring at her. A long time passed before he finally said, “If you‘re trying to hurt me, go ahead. I don‘t mind it. Just let me see them again, please. Just for a little while.”

Stella stepped away from him and scoffed. “But they‘re not your children,” she said. “Why on earth would you want to see them?” She looked defiantly at him and added, “You‘re acting strange, Mr. Ford. You didn‘t seem that interested in your own son back then. I wonder why you‘re suddenly interested in someone else‘s children?”

“What are you talking about?” Weston frowned. “You know perfectly well what I meant,” answered Stella,

checking her nails casually, but with eyes that were full of contempt. “Or perhaps you‘re more forgetful than I thought? It was only three years ago that Zachary Ford died. He was your own son no matter what. How could you be so unbothered and act like he never existed just because he‘s dead? Instead of being upset, you‘re so eager to be a father to children who aren‘t even yours! You really are something else!”

Stella spoke very harshly, and her words touched directly at his raw nerve.

She could see that Weston‘s face grew darker and darker until she could sense a terrifying coldness emanating from him.

“Get out of my way,” she pushed him aside. “I‘m going home.”

Weston grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her back towards him. With his other hand, he lifted up her chin, forcing her to look straight into his eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you that Zachary Ford was not my son?” He could remain relatively calm before, but at this point, he could no longer hide his vexation.

It was clear that in the past three years, he had never crossed Stella‘s mind at all. She had never paid any attention to whatever that had been going on around him.

If she had even cared about him a bit, she wouldn‘t have neglected to contact him at all in the past three years, and she would‘ve known what had happened to him.

Back then, he had publicly revealed Zachary‘s true parentage, and by now, virtually everyone in Ahn City knew

Zachary Ford was Chris Ford‘s son.

And yet, Stella, the one at the very center of the scandal, was still none the wiser.

How could he not be angry with her for it?

Right now, he was not entirely sure if there was more hate or love in his heart. All he knew was that every time he looked at that face of hers, he yearned for nothing more than to see some kind of emotion on that face.

Just as it was all those years ago, when all there was in her eyes was him and him alone.

If that was too much to ask, then he would be content with her hating him, fighting with him... anything but the look on her face right now.

All that was left there was indifference, sarcasm, and almost no emotion , save for a minute trace of contempt.

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Not Weston acting all passionate again.

“Let go of me now!” Stella yelled, glowering as she pushed him away.

But Weston didn‘t budge. He just kept gazing at her, searching for something.

Stella took a deep breath and told him, “Don‘t make me hate you more than I already do.”

Those words instantly made him ease his grasp on her ever so slightly.

But as soon as she sensed that his grip was loosening, Stella took the chance and shoved him forcefully away and said, “It‘s getting late. You should go home now, Mr. Ford.”

Then she turned and left straight away.

She headed towards the elevator and pressed the button.

Weston didn‘t follow her this time. He just stood there in the dark corner, his gaze steadily following her every move, with eyes so dark and profound that they seemed to be merging with the darkness of the night. Stella watched him through the gap in the elevator door.

For a moment, she thought she could perceive an indelible sadness and loneliness radiating from his body.

Her heart was calm and unmoved, however.

The elevator door closed, blocking off her sight. Stella looked down and immediately tossed the images of what just happened out of her mind, thinking nothing more of it.

Stella pushed the door open, and the first thing she did was call out for Elias and Emma.

Nobody answered. She turned around, and her eyes met Miguel‘s displeased gaze.

“Why are you home so late?” he asked. Stella froze for a moment before responding, “What are you doing here?” “I heard from the nanny that you‘d be out this evening,” he explained. “And I came to make sure everything‘s alright. The two ruffians are asleep.”

“Oh,” Stella replied simply. She tossed the keys into the bowl near the entrance, changed her shoes, and walked inside.

As Miguel noticed her cool and calm demeanor, he suddenly felt as if his heart was shrouded by a heavy

gloomy cloud. It seemed that, in her eyes, he was nothing more than a brother.

She was always calm and at ease around him because he was just a family member. There was never any spark between them that there should be between a man and a woman.

Stella had barely taken a few steps inside her house when she suddenly felt her waist encircled by a pair of muscular arms. She turned around and saw Miguel rushing up toward her and hugging her from behind.

“Stella...” he only managed to murmur her name before she swiftly pushed him away.

“What are you doing?!” she snapped , visibly agitated.“ Let go of me!” “I saw him just now...” said Miguel. “The man who sent you home was Weston, right? I saw his car downstairs.”

“No,” she replied. She took a deep breath and told him,” I drove home myself. I didn‘t ask him to send me home.”

“Then what was he doing here?” Miguel demanded. He stepped forward and looked straight into her eyes. “How would he know that you live here?”

Stella stepped back to get away from Miguel until her back was up against her bedroom door. From there on, there was no more room for retreat.

“I‘ve told you many times,” she said in a helpless tone, her eyes staring at a random spot on the floor. “We can never be anything more than family... Stop acting this way, Miguel.” Miguel‘s eyes reddened the instant he heard this.

“It‘s him, isn‘t it? Everything‘s been fine between us in the past three years, but the moment he came back into your life, you started rejecting me. What‘s going on, Stella?”

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All of a sudden, Stella clenched her fists and said, “I’ve never returned your feelings once in the past three years, and besides, you‘ve treated me like a sister all this time... or am I just mistaken?”

“But you‘ve never openly rejected me before!” argued Miguel. “So why is it exactly that now you‘re suddenly saying obvious things like how we can never be anything more than family...?” Miguel paused and stared at her silently for a while. Then he could not help but laugh, although the laughter that escaped his lips was filled with bitterness.

“So you knew all along...” “So you knew all along, huh?”

He stared vacantly at his own hand as it clutched at the empty air.

“Don‘t you understand,” he asked with a hoarse voice,” why I’m so restless all of a sudden? It‘s because I‘m scared. I feel insecure. I‘m afraid that as soon as you return to Ahn City, you‘ll fly back into his arms. That is why I have to hold onto you as firmly as I can right now. I‘m so scared of losing you, Stella.”

Stella was not sure how to feel about that. She raised her hand, meaning to pat him on the shoulder, but then decided against it.

“I‘ve always regarded you as a brother,” she insisted firmly. “And nothing can ever change that. I‘m really sorry... But as for Weston Ford, he‘s nothing to me now. Nothing at all.”

Miguel‘s eyes seemed blank. After a long while, he finally regained his composure and smiled at her.

“I know,” he said. “So long you allow me to be by your side, it means I still have a chance, right? We have all the time in the world anyway. There‘s no need to hurry.”

“Miguel...” Stella‘s brows knitted again.

“Let me tell you about my next plan,” Miguel interrupted her. “I‘ve already met the person in charge in Ahn City...”

Now that he had turned the subject to business, Stella had no choice but to go along with him.

“Okay,” she sighed. “I‘ll go change into something more comfortable and take a quick look at Elias and Emma.

Then we‘ll talk.”

Elias and Emma were both already asleep. Stella had not been home since the afternoon, but she saw their activities that day because the nanny had recorded videos of them doing various activities and sent them to her. She had not seen them for only a few hours, yet she had already missed them so much.

She gazed lovingly at the twins. They were both lying flat on their back, arms and legs stretched out. She could not help but pinch their noses.

“Naughty kids,” she grumbled. “You should‘ve waited for Mommy to come home and say goodnight before you go to bed...”

She then kissed their cheeks and walked out of their room.

After changing into something a bit more more casual , she saw Miguel already waiting for her on the couch with some documents in his hands.

She walked up to him and poured him a cup of coffee. “Looking at you, I‘d guess you must‘ve encountered some major obstacles already. Am I right?”

They had returned to this country with a plan to expand their business, but neither would have guessed that such huge hurdles would block their path so soon after arriving

“The majority of the market share is basically dominated by Ford Corporation,” Miguel explained. “It‘s practically impossible for us to make any kind of breakthrough here. Our only hope is to get Weston Ford‘s help.” Miguel had been having headaches about this exact matter.

If it had been anybody else, he would‘ve gladly laid down his ego if it meant he could get ahead. But it just had to be Weston Ford, the only person in the world he was unwilling to bow down to or beg for help.

But Stella found none of this surprising at all. She took a sip of her coffee and sat down across from Miguel.

“He was already building his own business empire three years ago,” she said, “and now it can only get bigger and bigger. There‘s nothing extraordinary about that. In fact, he has even expanded his business into Europe, and he‘s still quite powerful in the delta too. Going up against him will certainly be no mean feat.”

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No wonder even Marcus Garcia wanted Miguel to give Ahn City a try.

The Garcias were already the most esteemed and prominent family in Compassvale, but they were ambitious. They wanted Miguel, who was still very young, to pick up some skills here and gain valuable experience by being a Ford Corporation employee. This alone demonstrated the Garcia family‘s audacity and cunning “I‘ll find a way. Somehow.”

Miguel sighed. He laid the documents on the coffee table and exclaimed , “I simply refuse to believe that apart from Weston Ford, there‘s just no one else in the whole of Ahn City that we can work with!”

“But working with him would clearly be most beneficial for us,” argued Stella. “Wouldn‘t it?”

She flipped through the documents and pointed at a line of words on one of them, saying, “With your qualifications, as long as you could properly point out the benefits that you would bring them, I believe that there‘s a high chance that Ford Corporation will agree to work with you.”

She had been closely studying the economy of the past few years and found that they themselves were quite powerful in many ways.

“Why do you know all this stuff so well?” Miguel asked with displeasure in his voice after hearing Stella’s clear headed analysis. “Didn‘t you say that you don‘t care about Weston Ford anymore?”

Stella massaged her temples. Those words proved that Miguel was being a bit too naive about all this.

“This concerns our profits and interests,” she explained, “so of course, I have to pay close attention to it. Besides, have you forgotten that I own some of the shares too?”

These past three years, Stella had managed to earn a lot of money as an internationally renowned pianist. She even had a lot left after giving a portion of it back to the Garcia family, so she used it to make investments.

“We‘re strictly talking about business right now, not . about anything else,” she stressed , her voice suddenly turning serious. Don‘t you remember why we feared Weston Ford so much in the past? It‘s all because he has too much money and power for us to even have a fighting chance. The only way for us not to ever be intimidated by him again is to amass just as much money and power as he does, that way, we‘ll be on a level playing field with him, do you understand? So before we get to that point, if all we need to do to get to our goal is to work with him, then why on earth shouldn‘t we do it?”

Miguel fell silent for a long while after hearing her speak. Eventually, he chuckled drily and said, “I don‘t think I can be as mature as you are.”

“But you have to be!” she reminded him. “You‘re not a child anymore, you know.”

She looked him in the eyes and told him, “Interests and benefits always come first in the adult world. As long as we don‘t cross a certain line, we should be willing to do anything.” Miguel stared fixedly at Stella. After three years, it seemed that she had grown wiser and more astute about many things. She was always calm and composed now. Nothing ever seemed to provoke or distress her anymore.

But at the same time, it was obvious that there were certain things that she cared about, that she would pursue doggedly without giving up. Miguel massaged the point between his eyebrows and muttered, “You know that it‘s not any of those things that have been bothering me. It’s just that I...”

“I know,” Stella cut him off. “You‘re worried that I might get back with Weston Ford, right? Don‘t worry about that.”

She’tapped her finger on the table and nudged the coffee cup forward. With a smile , she assured him, “The thing

that you‘re worried about will never happen. Trust me.”

For some unknown reason, Miguel was suddenly moved as he looked into Stella‘s eyes. He felt the urge to believe her, to believe everything that she said.

“Okay,” he said after taking a sip of the coffee. “We‘ll do as you say then. I‘ll do everything I can to surpass him in wealth and power. One day, I’ll never have to fear him again...”

“And when that day comes,” he added, “will you be willing to give me a chance?”

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The next day, at Ford Corporation , Daisy was reporting the outcome of yesterday‘s meeting to Weston Ford. “The project discussion yesterday went very well, Mr. Ford...”

The makeup on her face was a little thicker than usual, which made her look slightly pale. Last night, in order to score the project, she had been held up by those men until late.

“Mr. Smith told me that as soon as we put our signatures down, they‘d start the work immediately. They also . assured me that if I sign the contract with them, they‘d be able to approve it right away...”

Weston tapped on the table with his fingers and swept a quick glance over her. Even though he‘d been paying little attention so far, he felt he should say a few words to remind her now.

“Ford Corporation has enough strength and capital on its own to win projects without requiring its employees to resort to special means, you know.”

Daisy understood the meaning between the lines right away, and it felt like a slap on her face. Her pale face turned beet red in seconds.

“I didn‘t use any special means at all, Mr. Ford, I was just

She had no idea what to say next. After a long pause, she clenched her fists and, in an angry tone and told him, “I was only working as hard as I could to win that project without using any dirty tricks! I assure you I never did anything inappropriate with those men!”

She then turned on her heels and left.

As he watched her stomping angrily out of the door, Weston‘s only reaction was to look away with impatience.

The telephone on his table rang. It was Ben. He informed Weston of the next meeting in his schedule.

“Okay,” he replied briefly, his eyes devoid of any expression, “let them in.” Soon afterward, the sound of clinking high heels rang. from the door. When Weston looked up, he saw someone that he never expected to see here.

Stella, clad in a black dress that accentuated her curves, was leaning against the door and smiling gently at him.

At that moment, Weston wondered if he was actually dreaming

He had been suffering from severe insomnia in the past three years –over a thousand sleepless nights. On some of those nights, he would occasionally catch glimpses of

her. She would appear before him, but as soon as he reached out to touch her, she would disappear instantly like a popped bubble.

This time though, Stella really was right in front of him, and she was slowly walking toward him.

“I‘ve been waiting for your response, but you were silent the whole time, so I took the initiative to walk into your office without your permission. You don‘t mind my bad manners, do you, Mr. Ford?”

Stella‘s voice pulled Weston back to reality.

Without so much as a word, he took her into his arms and pulled her down onto his lap.

“You can always come into my office anytime you like,” he told her. “You know I‘ll always welcome you here.”

Stella frowned ever so slightly, feeling a little disgusted by his gesture inside, but still keeping a smile on her face. She pressed his shoulder to get up to her feet and said, “ I‘m here to discuss business matters with you today, Mr. Ford. It would be an inconvenience if you keep groping me like that.”

“And besides ...” Stella tapped her light pink lips gently with her slender finger. The makeup on her face was sweet and delicate, yet the words that would come out of her mouth were unimaginably hurtful. “I think I‘ve told yoư before that I have a boyfriend now, haven‘t I? I must ask you to restrain yourself, Mr. Ford.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she could feel the man‘s grip on her body tighten. The next thing she knew, she was completely overpowered by him as he covered her lips with his own and kissed her so vehemently that it made her head spin.

Weston held her very tightly, pinning her down between his office table and his chest, giving her no chance of escape as he continued to kiss her with the fiercest of passions.

The kiss went on until she was almost out of breath. Then he spread out his gentle little kisses on every inch of her skin, from her lips down to her neck, then slowly back up to her face again, where he playfully licked her cheek.

It was as if he could never get enough of every inch of her body.

Then, his hand wandered down below her waist; his smooth and effortless movements only told of how well he knew that part of hers.

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Stella found herself so tightly in Weston‘s arms that she couldn‘t move an inch. She tried to kick him, but Weston grabbed her ankle and held it in place before pulling her closer to his chest. The difference between their physical strengths was just too big.

Without any effort, Weston then took off Stella‘s shoes, before he began to pull down her pantyhose. “Weston!” she glared coldly at him, planting her feet on his knees in an attempt to shirk away. Instead, he took hold of her hand while his other hand finally found her secret spot.

“Get away from me!” she yelped, losing her temper.“ Don‘t you dare touch me!”

“But you‘re the one touching me right now,” Weston replied in a raspy voice, gazing at her with eyes brimming with pressing desire and desperate yearning. “Do you know how much I‘ve suffered these past few years?” he whispered in her ear, guiding her hand toward his manhood. “I‘ve been like this every day... whenever I thought of you, I‘d imagine you by my side, but each time, I realized that you were never actually there...”

His words were punctuated by heavy breathing.

His voice was incredibly alluring. It was deep yet honeyed with just the right edge, incredibly pleasant to the ear, just like the sound of a fine fabric being torn.

But Stella merely closed her eyes, which were filled with contempt. Her lashes trembled as she took a deep breath, “You‘re disgusting.”

Weston stopped abruptly. For a long time, he stared quietly at her with eyes full of hurt.

It felt like ages when he finally calmed down and loosened his hold on her body. Sensing this, Stella got up immediately, only for Weston to wrap his arms around her waist again as he murmured near her lips, “Stella...” “Mr. Ford, I‘m really sorry about what happened earlier. This document...”

The voice came from outside the office, and soon afterward, Daisy appeared right in front of Stella and Weston, holding several thick contract documents in her hands.

After chancing upon the shocking scene that greeted her eyes as soon as she opened the door, Daisy’s face turned white as a sheet.

She had never expected Stella to suddenly show up in Weston‘s office.

It had only been a short few days, yet she somehow already managed to be here in his office, making out with him without a care in the world for decency.

Daisy‘s hands trembled. She clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug into her flesh. At that moment, she even felt like going so deep that she‘d bleed. The scene in front of her was such a huge blow that it almost shattered her hopes into a million pieces.

She noticed the undisguised yearning on Weston‘s face, the ardent passion and longing that she had never seen before when he was around other people. All this was proof that she had only been flattering herself these past three years, believing that she was slowly getting closer to Weston.

Weston moved away from Stella‘s lips when he saw the woman standing at the door. His voice was extremely cold and unfeeling when he barked, “Did no one ever teach you how to knock on the door? Get out!”

Daisy‘s expressions changed drastically. She tried to explain herself by telling him, “I didn‘t mean to…”

But before she could finish her sentence, a heavy ashtray flew straight towards her and fell on the floor right next to her feet, smashing into smithereens..

“Didn‘t you hear what I said?!” His voice was now menacingly cold. “Get out!”

Daisy took a deep breath and hurriedly turned around to close the door, leaving Stella and Weston alone in the office.

When the door was closed again, Weston‘s gaze shifted back to Stella‘s face. His whole countenance softened immensely, even showing signs of deep pining and tenderness.

“Stella...”

Every time he called her name, his voice dripped with yearning passion.

He held onto her waist, eager to continue from where they left off, but she got straight up to her feet and stared icily down at him, saying, “It looks like you‘re too horny to talk business with right now, Mr. Ford. Perhaps you should call your secretary back in so she can satiate you. We can talk after you‘re done.”

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As she spoke, Stella noticed that Weston‘s expression had turned stone cold. It was as if her words were a bucket of cold water that was poured onto his burning flame.

His fiery passion was extinguished just like that, so swiftly, so mercilessly, and so painfully.

Stella enjoyed that look on his face right now. Her gestures became languid yet elegant.

Then she sensed that the grip around her waist was getting tighter and tighter. She looked down at the dark and unfathomable eyes of the man. She frowned and . asserted, “You‘re hurting me!”

She could see that Weston was already on the verge of fury. Yet he remained calm and patient enough not to lose his temper. Instead, he buried his face in her neck and told her, “You know perfectly well what I want, Stella

He kissed her shoulder, and the warmth of his lips spread slowly downwards, though he did not venture any further. He just lingered on the surface of her skin.

Weston knew that Stella only said those things to hurt him. She must have known that with his feelings for her right now, telling him to go to another woman would do nothing but only distress him.

“You‘ve always been my only woman,” he whispered in his husky voice into her ear as he leaned against her neck. “There will never be another woman in my life except you.”

Stella knew that Weston was never one to say romantic things, but she knew just as well that this man had always been able to do everything excellently. She had learned long ago, back when he used to keep her as his mistress while publicly being in a relationship with Guinevere Cohen, that his words could not be trusted, and she wasn‘t about to believe him now.

Stella half–stretched her body to get away from him.

“Mr. Ford...” she sat up and looked at him nonchalantly.“ I came here to see you because I have something to discuss with you.”

Weston relented and stretched backward, quietly staring and studying her.

He did not let her finish speaking before telling her,“ There‘s no need to discuss anything. I‘ll agree to anything you want.”

Stella was mildly startled, and there was surprise in her eyes. With a laugh, she asked him, “What if I want the entire Ford Corporation ? Would you give me that too?”

“Yes,” he replied, walking up to her and resting his hands on each side of her body while leaning down to look at

her. He exuded an invisible aura of intimidation effortlessly “As long as it‘s something that you want,” he said, “I‘ll give it to you without any question.” The smile on Stella‘s face faded slightly. She could tell that he was not joking. This made her expression gradually turn somber. “You‘re right,” she said, touching his arms and then gently pushing him away, “I don‘t actually want that. All I want is what I deserve.”

There was a sudden change in his eyes. They looked more mysterious and inscrutable than usual now.

He was about to say something, but Stella abruptly withdrew her hands and stared at him with an amused expression before telling him, “You‘ve gotten worse, Mr. Ford. Compared to three years ago, you‘re acting as if . you‘ve never met a woman before.”

Weston instantly understood that she was only teasing him just now. Instead of getting angry, he laughed, placed his hand behind her body, and balled it up into a fist before moving slowly downward, while the other hand held her face in place.

“It looks like you‘ve learned a lot of new skills while you were abroad.”

“I learned many things indeed, but I‘m not sure if you can handle it, Mr. Ford.”

“Try me?” He leaned in towards her till the tips of their noses were so close that with just a tiny nudge forward, they would be touching.

But he did not go any further than that or touched her. He just stayed there and quietly observed her, his unfathomable eyes peering into the depths of her soul.

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Stella looked away from him.

Three years had passed, but there was one thing about him that remained absolutely the same—he still emanated this undeniably intimidating air that made looking straight into his eyes an arduous affair.

“I’ve brought you some documents about my projects, she said, standing up. “Why don’t you take a look at it?”

She had no desire to keep playing games with him. She had been here long enough.

Weston seemed completely unsurprised. He tapped his fingers on the table and got up to sit back down in his chair.

“Since you’re here to talk business,” he said, looking at her with the shadow of a smile, “then let’s talk with a business attitude. You must’ve done your research before coming here, so I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what to do.”

Stella got up and placed the documents in her hands down in front of him. With a serious and professional tone, she said, “I hope that you would consider working with this tech startup. It’s not easy for a well–known brand from abroad to break into the local market and gain the trust of local companies, but if Ford Corporation takes the lead and be the first company to work with us, then I’m sure that it would make the endeavor much easier.”

She spoke in a completely formal tone without a trace of emotion at all. Even Weston, after hearing her speak, returned to the serious expressions that he wore whenever he was working.

He glanced calmly at her and asked, “So these are your company’s project plans?”

“Yes,” she replied. “If you need some time to go through them, I’ll leave you to think about it…”

“No,” he interrupted her, putting the document aside. ” Since you think it’s fine, then I have no reason to reject it.”

“Don’t say that,” Stella frowned. With an amused look, she added, “This is a big deal, after all. You should probably take your time to look through it, Mr. Ford.”

She then stood up and tried to leave, but Weston grabbed her hand to stop her.

“I’ve said everything that I wanted to say,” she said, losing her patience. “Unless you have anything else to tell me, Mr. Ford?”

“Don’t you know,” Weston clasped her wrist with his fingers and lightly brushed them against her skin. “How hard would it normally be for someone to have a meal with me? How much trouble would they have to go through just to meet me for a little while? Do you think you can sit back and relax, now that you’ve thrown your project plans on my table?”

Stella read between the lines and slowly sat up in her seat.

“Sounds like you’re requiring something else from me, Mr. Ford. Please excuse me for being frank with you, but after hearing all your sweet talk to me, I was under the impression you’d be willing to agree to anything that I want.”

Her biting sarcasm only managed to make Weston chuckle under his breath. He stroked her hair gently and said, “You know exactly what I want from you, Stella.”

A long time passed when he finally spoke again. “It’s almost noon now. Will you have lunch with me?”

Stella studied his face with great interest but said nothing.

Weston pressed his fingers on the point between his brows and told her, “If you give me a nod, I’ll sign these documents right away.”

Stella still remained silent. She folded her arms, leaned back against the chair, and continued to stare at him wordlessly.

It was as if they were playing an invisible game of tug of war.

In the end, it was Weston who relented. He picked up his pen and put his signatures on the documents before handing them back to her.

“Will you nod your head now?” he asked.

“Gladly,” Stella stood right up and smiled at Weston. ” You can choose the venue. It’ll be my treat today.”

Once the whole matter was settled, Daisy finally walked into the office.

“Mr. Ford, you…”

Stella watched her with a smile and commented, “You must’ve been tired of waiting outside, Daisy. I wonder if you’d be willing to pour me a cup of coffee now?”

“No problem,” replied Daisy. She was dismayed, but still kept up the professional attitude of a secretary and poured her a cup of coffee.

With a glance, Stella knew that Daisy only got her the coffee from the pantry without putting much effort into it. Meanwhile, the coffee Weston got was freshly brewed and carefully prepared.

This small gesture definitely revealed a lot about Daisy.

With her chin supported by her hand, Stella turned towards the man beside her and said, “You are a rich and handsome man, Mr. Ford. You’re also very young and strong. I’m sure you’re surrounded by a flock of female employees in this company who are crazy about you, am I right?”

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1200

As soon as Stella finished her sentence, Daisy, who was standing beside Weston, frowned and glanced at Stella with a look of displeasure.

But Weston, on the other hand, seemed to be concealing a smile as he turned to Stella and asked, “Are you getting jealous?”

The smile on Stella’s face was even more obvious, though it was unclear if it was sarcasm or contempt.

“If that’s what you think, Mr. Ford, then I just can’t help it.”

She brushed her hand lightly against his armrest, almost as delicately as the way dragonflies skimmed above the water’s surface.

Weston glanced at her. With just the lightest touch, she already had him wrapped around her fingers.

He knew that she did that on purpose. He also knew that she was only weaving a web and was waiting for him to walk into it and get caught in her trap.

Nevertheless, he gladly headed right into her trap without any hesitation at all, like a moth that flew into the fire.

The truth was, Stella had no need to bother herself with all of this. All she had to do was say a few words and shed a tear or two, and he would happily give her the world if she so wished.

After setting down the cups of coffee, Daisy was in no hurry to leave. She swept a glance over the documents on the table and noticed that Weston had already signed them.

“Mr. Ford,” she frowned. “I don’t think these are ready yet…”

Ford Corporation had always followed a strict set of rules before a document could be signed, and they had always adhered to this process no matter what. Even the orders that she received last night had to be approved by the finance department.

Yet Stella had just waltzed in here with her unreviewed project plans. How could she get Weston’s signatures just like that?

However, she quickly realized that she had overstepped her boundaries.

She was his secretary. Her job was to assist him in his various tasks, not to question his decisions.

With a half smile, Stella commented, “Your company really is extraordinary, Mr. Ford, because it seems your secretary makes the final decisions.”

“Please don’t try to stir up any trouble.” Daisy’s expression soured instantly. “No matter what, Mr. Ford will always have the final say here. I was only reminding him of the rules because it’s my duty.”

After she finished speaking, Daisy realized that her tone was a little too harsh. Based on how important Stella was to Weston right now, she would never get on his good side if she spoke to Stella that way.

And so, with a much gentler tone, she hurriedly added in an apologetic tone. “I’m really sorry for my attitude, but my only intention was to give Mr. Ford a reminder. After all, wouldn’t it serve everyone down the line the best if the cooperation goes through the due process?”

Stella smiled wryly as she found Daisy’s principled and righteous act incredibly amusing. With her eyes showing no emotion at all, she picked up the coffee cup with her unique elegant demeanor and took a sip.

“Daisy sure is an admirably capable secretary,” she said. But it pains me to say that her coffee–making skills are nowhere as praiseworthy…”

Weston glanced at her silently. His gaze then fell on his own cup of coffee, and he soon understood what Stella was trying to imply. Without saying anything, he pulled her up from her seat and let her sit on his lap.

“Let me try your coffee,” he said.

Daisy’s head jerked up immediately. She turned to

Weston in astonishment and instinctively tried to stop

him by saying, “Don’t drink from that cup, Mr. Ford!!!”

“Why not?” Weston glared at her with an icy gaze. At that point, he seemed to have perceived something going on.

Daisy naturally realized it too. Her eyebrows twitched violently. She had no choice but to explain, “Mrs. Ford already drank from that cup, so…‘

She paused, then added, “Since you’re a germaphobe, I can get you a new cup if you want to drink this type of coffee.”

“Oh,” said Stella, “so you’re saying that we’re not drinking the same cup of coffee then?”

Stella acted as if she had just realized something. With raised brows, she looked at Daisy, then turned to Weston and continued, “I assumed we were drinking the same coffee, but it turns out that we weren’t…”