Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1434

The moment Stella saw him, she flew into his arms and clambered onto his body. She kissed him again and again, trying to search for his breath so she could explore his body even deeper. All she wanted was to let him extinguish the fire burning inside her.

Half an hour had passed, and the effect of the drug on her body was its strongest

now.

Weston swallowed his saliva. Without any hesitation, he pinned her against the bathroom mirror and kissed her vehemently on her face, her shoulders, then her neck.

Stella could not stop herself from letting out loud moans. The sounds she produced only drove Weston wilder. Even the corners of his eyes began to turn red now.

Luckily, there was still a thread of reason in his mind. He pushed her away and, while panting heavily, asked her, “Who am I, Stella?”

But Stella’s mind was occupied with her primal urges. She ignored his question and grabbed his shirt collar, saying, “Let’s do it…”

The sight of her filled Weston with a desire to just give her whatever she wanted and make love to her as ferociously as he could.

But now was not the time yet.

He held her still, refusing to give her what she wanted, and just raised her chin so her eyes looked straight into his. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Tell me, who am I?”

Stella moaned in agony. She was burning with a bottomless desire, and she was beginning to get impatient now. With all the strength that she had, she tried to tear off the shackles of Weston’s grip on her body to release herself.

But no matter how strong she was in a state where she lost all her self–control, it was still no match to Weston’s own strength.

He still would not give her what she wanted. He looked down at her calmly and repeated, “Look into my eyes, Stella, and tell me, who am I?”

His voice was just so cold that Stella felt a little offended. She had no choice but to open her foggy eyes and look straight ahead at the man in front of her.

“You’re… Weston Ford…”

The next moment, it was as if she was swept away by a whirlwind. He descended on her and consumed her whole, not even leaving her bones behind.

During their intense lovemaking, Stella sometimes regained her senses, and when she noticed the familiar face in front of her, she would reach out, trying to touch his sweaty skin.

Weston grabbed her hands and softly kissed the tip of her fingers.

The two joined their whole bodies together and became one. Stella closed her eyes and let herself be immersed in this wave of intimacy. Only then did she finally understand her true feelings…

There might still be some love left for Weston in her heart.

Meanwhile, Ben was standing outside the door, on guard. When he saw Dr. Hayden Quirk approaching, his face turned grave, and he told him, “I’m sorry, but you can’t go in there.”

“I know that Stella’s inside,” Hayden sighed. “I just want to know if Weston Ford can handle everything.”

Seeing no other signs of emotions on his face other than a bit of disappointment, Ben replied, “Mr. Ford can handle anything, so don’t worry, Dr. Quirk.”

Hayden nodded and said nothing.

“When they wake up,” he added after massaging his temples for a while, “will you tell Weston Ford that he doesn’t need to come see me for the treatments of his conditions anymore? Also, tell him never to bother me again from now on.”

Ben froze for a while, then realized that Dr. Quirk was implying that he was giving up on Stella now.

“Okay,” Ben nodded after a long pause. “I’ll make sure to convey your message to them.”

Hayden then turned and left.

He waved his hand, and the moment he turned around, a sign of fatigue flashed across his face.

He laughed at himself.

He really thought that he might have a chance with Stella. He knew, of course, that the chances were slim, to begin with, but after spending a few days with her, he started to believe that they might perhaps end up together because of their compatibility.

Sure, there was no heated passion between them, but he was still surprised that he would end up losing to a man like Weston Ford.

Or perhaps he did not actually lose to Weston Ford at all.

He paused his steps, pressed the elevator button, and closed his eyes.

He had actually lost to Stella Sealey herself.

The naughty noises they made filled the room till long after midnight. When Stella woke up the next morning, she found her body covered in black and blue bruises, and her voice was parched like the desert.

As soon as she opened her mouth, it was as if her throat was on fire. She propped herself up with her arms so she could sit up on the bed, but she just did not have an ounce of energy left in her body and slumped back down on her back.

She grumbled silently. Her mind was clear now and she was completely awake. She turned to her side and saw Weston lying next to her. He was sound asleep.