Chapter 381-390

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 381 If it meant that Stella would treat him more tenderly, Weston thought, then perhaps risking his life last night was worth it after all. “I‘m not sick,” he insisted once more. “Don‘t worry about me.” “Who’s worried about you?” Stella refuted. “I was simply worried that you‘d spread your cold to me, that‘s all!”

“If I really wanted to, then I wouldn‘t just be talking to you right now, would I?” Stella quickly caught his drift. She glared at him but said nothing, getting up to get Weston‘s notebook.

Once she was gone, Weston leaned back against the headboard and rested a little. Then he picked up his phone and checked his emails before putting it aside again. Soon he saw Stella returning to the room with his notebook in one hand and holding her mobile phone up to her ear with the other hand. “Okay…” she was saying. “I understand. I‘ll wait till the crew sorts out everything, then. Mm hmm. Okay, I‘ll take my time and study the script on my own for the time being…”

She was probably talking to Bradley Lane, Weston thought.

He waved his hand at her, motioning for her to put his notebook down in front of him. Stella obediently did as she was bid and even helped him open it up for him. “You go on working then,” she said, “I‘ve got some things to do so I‘m going…” “Wasn‘t filming canceled?” Weston interrupted her the moment he heard that she was going out. “Where are you going? I want you to stay home with me.” “The filming was canceled,” replied Stella. “But I still have to go to the university…” “If you‘re planning to meet up with Justin Hall again,” he interrupted, cutting her short the second he heard the word ‘university‘. “Then I would advise you to change your mind immediately. You really don‘t want to invoke my anger.” “Just because I‘m going to the university doesn‘t mean that I‘m going to meet Justin!” she argued. “You see him every time you‘re there! Don‘t expect me to believe that it‘s all a coincidence!”

“But it was just a coincidence! Ugh, you‘re impossible to reason with!”

Stella glared at him and turned to leave, but before she could get anywhere, Weston grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed. “What are you doing?!” she yelled, scowling at him. Then she noticed that his face was startlingly red and her anger subsided. “You really are sick, aren‘t you? You probably have a fever too. I‘ll call the doctor…” “No!” he interjected.