Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1357

Weston did not say anything, so Stella said to him directly, "Go back first.

We don't want to see you yet." 'That's okay. I just want to see you guys."

He stood downstairs, looking at the emanating light, and did not move a muscle.

She looked at the sky. "It looks like it's going to rain soon. You'd better go back first, or you can find a place to stay for the night for now?"

He refused once again. "It's okay. I’m the one who's willing to wait here."

She paused for a while. Then her tone turned cold. "Are you trying to play a trick here to get my sympathy? Are you thinking that standing

here in bad weather overnight will soften us?" "You can keep them from seeing me."

He said, "Then it won’t happen, and you could pretend you didn't see me coming here."

He said slowly, "I'm not asking for anything right now, just that you let me have a chance to see you guys, and you can pretend I don't exist."

She inhaled deeply. "When did you learn this trick?"

He was forceful in the past, completely disregarding her wishes.

Now he was indulging them. They could do whatever they wanted to him, and he would not have any complaints.

But neither of these was what she wanted.

She did not want to be tied to anyone else, nor did she want to owe him anything.

So she hung up the phone in annoyance. "Whatever."

She glanced at Weston downstairs and drew the curtains.

The moment she turned her head, she saw Elias coming over to her with a pillow in his arms. "Is he here?”

She did not lie to him and nodded. Then, she knelt down in front of him." Anyway, his action has got nothing to do with us. We don't need to feel burdened. If you don't want to see him, we will go back to the room and sleep, okay?"

He nodded, then looked back at the closed curtains. But he did not stop and went back to his room.

It did not take long for it to start raining outside, and the wind was blowing hard.

This was an island resort, and the weather was unpredictable.

Stella was lying on her bed reading a book, but when she heard the sound of the cold wind howling outside, she was a little disturbed.

She turned off the light quietly. It was silent. After a while, she lifted the curtain a little.

The man outside could not see the situation inside. She saw Weston still standing there in the rain. His black suit was soaked, and he looked miserable.

However, he still did not leave and stood there fixedly. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

What a drama...

Stella clenched her fists and cursed him for being despicable.

Lightning struck, and she nearly screamed out of fear of him being struck to death by it.

Although he deserved to stand downstairs, and it was his own will, she did not enjoy seeing him lose his life.

If he was really struck by lightning, it would really be...

She did not want to see this happen.

She nearly owed him her life once, but luckily he got out safely from the mountain. But it was different this time. It was he himself who was

foolish enough to stand there, and she really was not responsible for anything, but why couldn't she still be cruel?

Stella closed her eyes and drew the curtain in annoyance. She buried herself in the quilt, covering her head, not wanting to bother with any

outside movement.

In the middle of the night, she was woken up by the sound of an ambulance.

Lucas, wearing a black robe and holding a cell phone, stood at the entrance to the hall with an ugly face. "I was only halfway through with my

wife when this loser collapsed in the yard. You two already have children, but don’t delay other couples from making a baby, can you?"