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Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches Chapter 949
Chapter 949 Weston got out of the car first and picked Stella up in his arms. Then, he strode
inside.
Joan had been told about their return and was already making the appropriate preparations
inside. "Madam, Mr. Ford..." Joan greeted them with a smile. When she saw Weston enter with
Stella in his arms, she stepped aside. 'The villa is ready. I've cooked some of Mrs. Ford's favorite
dishes. It's still warm!"
Stella felt a little embarrassed to be carried around in Weston's arms. "Put me down..." she
whispered into his ear.
Joan was still around, and it would be inappropriate for him to be carrying her around. It was as
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthough she could not walk herself.
Even so, Weston did not put her down. Instead, he ordered Joan, "Go in first and get her stuff ready." "Yes, Mr. Ford."
Weston still did not put Stella down after Joan left. He stood in the foyer and held her on one knee. He kept one
hand on her waist and changed her shoes. "Joan is one of our own. There's no need to be shy."
Weston was in the belief that Stella was the shy type and easily got flustered. Stella lowered her head and watched
Weston with dazed eyes. Weston was helping her put on her shoes with very gentle movements. In the past, the old
Stella would never be able to experience such gentle treatment from him. He was now behaving as though he truly
treasured her.
Weston grabbed her exquisite feet and slowly slipped them into the cotton shoes before letting her stand up." No
more bare feet at home," he urged.
Stella liked running around barefoot occasionally. The villa was carpeted, but it didn't cover the entire place. Weston
maintained wooden flooring in his study because he did not fancy the plush feel on his feet.
Thus, Weston was concerned that her running around would somehow hurt her feet.
Stella frowned. "I'm not pregnant. Don't treat me like I'm so fragile..." As soon as she said that, the air between
them froze.
Weston stroked her hair. "It doesn't matter if you're pregnant or not." He took her by the wrist and let her stand in
front of him. "With the condition you're in, you should be taking good care of yourself."
Weston could see her belly at eye level. Stella looked down and sensed something else inside his eyes.
Stella did not say anything. Both of them stayed quiet for a while until Joan called out to them
from the kitchen.
Weston stood up and held her hand.
"Let's go."
"Okay." It was late after dinner, and Stella sat in frontof the dressing table, feeling a little dazed.
Every now and then, she would think about the pot of oleander.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf she had been crueler, would all the unbearable feelings stop?
A warm embrace wrapped her from behind. When she turned herhead to the side, Weston's chin
came near her. "What are you thinking about?" Stella shook her head and pursed her lips
slightly. "I thought... you'd blame me." "For what?" "For running away from the wedding..."
Weston paused a little, then reached out to tidy her hair." I didn't want to let you go at first, but
doing that will only make things worst. It won't do any good except make you reject me more."
Stella frowned slightly. "That's why you're being so patient now. You're doing this to cure my
sexual aversion "You could say so." Weston looked at her intently. His previously gentle and
affectionate demeanor seemed to turn a little cold. "Stella, I'm no philanthropist, but I'm not
completely uninterested in you either." He tipped her chin and muttered, "I may not take action
about certain things, but that doesn't mean I don't care. It's also not the time. Do you
understand?" 1 Stella looked at him, stunned. She lowered her eyes as soon as she understood
his words. "I know..." Weston kissed her lips with satisfaction. "Good girl." Then, he picked her up
and said, "The doctor is waiting outside. I'll take you there now."
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