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Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1
The creaking sounds finally stopped. On this heavy night, a low voice gradually calmed down.
A subtle rustling sound of the sheets could be heard as the man got up.
As Stella Sealey looked at the scratch marks on his back, she felt a sudden impulse, and reflexively grabbed his wrist. “Could you stay here tonight?”
Weston paused. Without turning back and letting her keep the view of his perfectly toned back, he buttoned up his shirt.
Stella was anxious. Her fingers clenched at the already wrinkled sheets, further crumpling them.
She held her breath as if to wait for his judgment.
After a long while, she heard him say, “Okay.”
Stella breathed a sigh of relief. She even felt tears well up in her eyes.
The man turned around. He was strikingly tall and had chiseled handsome features, and his deep eyes looked like the starry night sky.
This man was her husband, Weston Ford.
Sole heir of Ford Corporation, he was the youngest man to ever top the Fortune’s List, and the most prestigious businessman around the globe. He was also a frequent guest at major banquets and events.
A man as perfect as him belonged to her.
Stella straightened up and looked him carefully in the eyes. “Can I help you change into a set of sleepwear?”
She slowly touched his shirt collar, trying to probe for his permission.
Weston’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t stop her. Although he seemed somewhat reluctant, he allowed her to unbutton his shirt.
Stella quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling bittersweet on the inside.
During their marriage, Weston was undoubtedly the perfect husband.
He was wealthy and prestigious. When it came to his wife, he was meticulous and respectful.
Sometimes, Stella wondered why he was interested in her in the first place.
Only, she didn’t have time to ponder this problem… Because she needed money badly, and this man was her only support.
Weston was her only pillar.
So even if they were husband and wife, she was still careful around him and tried to gain his favor.
However, Weston was good enough to her. He gave her the dignity of being his wife. Even if she was so average that she would be easily lost in a crowd, her identity as Mrs. Ford had given her space to breathe in this real world.
Aside from the fact that he never spends the night with her, everything was great.
It was exceptionally quiet tonight.
This was the first time Weston was sleeping beside her, and he slept soundly.
But Stella couldn’t sleep. She kept wanting to reach out to touch his face.
The man frowned and turned over to have his back face her.
Her hand stopped midair.
A moment later, she bitterly retracted her hand and closed her eyes to sleep.
The next morning, Stella woke up very early to make Weston breakfast.
She drew her hair up in a high ponytail, revealing her fair neck. Weston was greeted by such a sight when he woke up and entered the kitchen.
Stella turned around upon hearing the sounds and smiled at him. “You’re up.”
Weston grunted in reply.
“I made you breakfast. It’ll be ready soon. Can you wait for me in the living room?”
“Okay.”
Stella worked faster.
In the living room, without anything to talk about, they ate their breakfast in silence.
She had always been skillful in cooking. As she watched Weston slowly finish up the breakfast she prepared, she smiled in satisfaction.
Weston had a great upbringing. He was dignified, elegant, and a sight to see even when he was eating.
After he put down his cutlery, he glanced at her and said, “There’s something I want to tell you.”
“What is it?” Stella was about to clear the plates but paused and stood beside the table to look at him.
The man’s defined and slender finger tapped on the table briefly before handing her a divorce agreement.
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Divorce?
Stella couldn’t describe how she felt when she saw the divorce agreement. She sat down and squeezed her hands at the hems of her shirt. “W-why?”
She looked up, finally staring him straight in the eyes.
She had never looked at him directly before even when they were making love last night.
There was always an imposing distance and iciness in his cold but charming eyes. Like an everlasting iceberg, no one could ever gain his pity or love.
Just like the staff in his company, Stella was afraid of looking him in the eyes.
However, divorce was a major issue. She wanted to know why he had suddenly decided to do this. Even if she didn’t have the right to refuse, he could at least give her a reason…
“There’s no reason.”
There was no emotion in his tone. He got up slowly and swept a glance at her, exuding an oppressing aura. “Sign it after you’ve read through it.”
Stella’s gaze fell to the divorce agreement.
Instead of taking it, she hung her head, looking rather pale.
There was a momentary silence in the air.
Weston looked at her ghastly pale face, but still, she refused to speak up. He was then reminded of last night.
He had gripped her with overwhelming force and it was obvious that she felt uncomfortable. But her fingers had clenched onto the sheets tightly instead, despite looking so pale.
She never made a sound even when she almost tore the sheets.
They didn’t close the windows, but the curtains were drawn. When a breeze fluttered the curtains and moonlight spilled over Stella’s body, Weston wasn’t sure if the moonlight was too pale, or if Stella was just too weakened.
With this in mind, his gaze mellowed and his forehead relaxed. “I will give you some time to get used to this. You can keep staying here for the time being.”
Even after the man had left, Stella was still shrunk back into her chair.
She hugged her knees and stared at the divorce agreement. Her eyes felt dry.
At least he was willing to give her some time to get used to things. It was merciful enough for an aloof man like him to not chase her out immediately… so should she feel content instead?
At the hospital…
Stella didn’t have time to stay upset.
Roger Sealey was in the midst of undergoing treatment. Stella stood outside his ward and watched the frail young man lying there. She felt hints of being exhausted, bitter, and slightly afraid.
She held up her phone and pondered for a moment before calling Weston.
Perhaps the divorce had given her determination and courage, she wanted Weston to keep her company since he was still her husband for now… Would he do it?
The busy tone was her answer.
Stella leaned against the ice-cold wall helplessly.
A silhouette strode past her, and an indignant female voice bellowed, “Weston Ford, I’m at the hospital now. If you don’t want anything to happen to the child in my stomach, come and see me now.”
Stella immediately straightened up. She thought she had heard it wrong.
Weston… Ford?
Her mind had been a swirl of emotions so she didn’t hear anything else but the name clearly.
Was it her husband, the Weston Ford?
Stella looked up and immediately recognized the woman to be the recently popular celebrity, Guinevere Cohen.
As Stella listened to the woman’s capricious tone, her fists clenched slightly and bitterness filled her heart.
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As if she had sensed Stella’s gaze, the woman stopped.
Holding her phone in one hand, with delicate eyebrows and the glamor of a pampered face, she quickly cast Stella a glance before talking softly on the phone, saying, “I’ll wait for you at the hospital.”
Then, she hung up and extended a hand at Stella, smiling as she said, “Hi, I’m Guinevere.”
Stella was stunned. She extended her hand out of confusion and said, “Hi, I’m Stella…”
Guinevere only took Stella’s hand briefly before pulling away, frowning slightly. After seeing how harmless Stella looked, her lips relaxed into a smile. “It seems like I’ve misunderstood. When you were staring at me just now, I thought you were a fan who had recognized me and wanted my autograph.”
Upon hearing this, Stella felt her hand that had just shaken Guinevere’s burn up. Her face flushed too. “I’m sorry… I wasn’t staring at you on purpose.”
She pursed her lips before telling the truth. “I overheard you talking on the phone and heard a familiar name… I’m sorry that I bothered you.”
Guinevere smiled generously and said that she didn’t mind. “It’s just a misunderstanding, then. I was talking to my fiance. He doesn’t have many female friends, and I’m acquainted with all of them, so he’s probably not someone you know. You must have misheard.”
Stella nodded at this. Her gaze fell onto Guinevere’s slightly protruding stomach and she lit up. “I must have heard it wrong.”
Guinevere was holding her sunglasses in one hand and noticed Stella’s gaze. She caressed her stomach and smiled. “You probably guessed it, huh? I’m pregnant. I think you’ll be able to hear the official announcement of my good news soon.”
“Congratulations, Ms. Cohen.”
“Thank you… But can you keep this a secret for me for now?” Guinevere seemed troubled and looked at her expectantly.
Stella grunted a reply. “I won’t tell anyone.”
As Stella watched Guinevere leave, she heaved a quiet sigh.
She was actually acquainted with Guinevere. Being a renowned beauty, the latter had an excellent family background, academic achievements, and appearance. She was also Weston’s ex-girlfriend and first love.
Weston might not be aware, but Stella had gone to the same school as he did, though their social circles were complete opposites.
She could only ever watch him from afar, and had never imagined that she would one day marry him.
Stella suddenly remembered how her relationship with Weston had begun…
A few months ago, she was at the hospital accompanying Roger for his chemotherapy. Just as she was worrying over the hospital fee, she saw a man in the corridor who seemed to be out there taking a breather.
She had only wanted to find a secluded place to cry for a bit, but her gaze met Weston’s the instant she looked up.
He was smoking a cigarette. Sparks twinkled at his fingertips and the rising white smoke further mystified his dark eyes. They were like the tranquil sea without any waves.
Stella had a feeling she would never forget that sight. At that moment, she even forgot to cry.
When Weston saw her, he had put out his cigarette and abruptly went over to her.
When his shadow was looming over her, he asked in a deep voice, “Will you marry me? I can give you what you want.”
As if enchanted, she nodded.
Maybe it was due to her crush on him, but she had never even asked him why he wanted to marry her.
She feared that if she asked the question, this dream that never belonged to her would shatter immediately.
Inside the ward, Roger seemed weak but was in good spirits.
Stella was sitting by his bed, peeling an apple for him. When the knife was just about to cut her finger, Roger finally asked, “Sis, did you get into a fight with Brother-in-Law? You look absent-minded…”
He was just about to reach over when he saw a familiar silhouette pass by his ward. He exclaimed happily, “Brother-in-Law!”
Stella was stunned and the apple skin fell to the floor.
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Roger had only met Weston once.
On the day Stella and Weston got their marriage certificate, Weston had treated Roger to a meal.
Weston had always maintained a gentleman’s image in front of outsiders and his manners were impeccable, so Roger had a good impression of him.
At that moment, Stella stared at Roger dazedly while holding her breath.
Why was Weston here?
He didn’t even answer her call earlier.
Roger didn’t notice Stella acting strange. He was waving at the door excitedly, calling out, “Brother-in-Law!”
Yet, the man merely passed by without stopping.
Finally, Roger put down his arm in confusion. “Sis, did Brother-in-Law get the wrong room?”
Having said that, he was about to lift his blanket and get out of bed. “He must have gone the wrong way. I’ll go get him.”
Stella snapped back to her senses then. “Don’t go!”
Weston had just brought up divorce with her this morning, so he might not be here for her sake. Hence, they might get into a fight if Roger abruptly went over.
Roger was very protective of Stella, but he would get impulsive due to his young age, and Stella didn’t want him to cause trouble.
She and Weston would be divorced soon, so she didn’t want any trouble at this point in time.
She had to at least ensure that Roger’s medical fees were secured.
Roger frowned at her. “Sis, tell me the truth. Did you get into a fight with Brother-in-Law?”
Stella’s eyes glinted. “Stop thinking too much. We’re fine.”
Seeing that he was about to ask more, Stella quickly stood up. “I’ll go and ask the doctor if there’s anything we need to be mindful of. Stay here and rest well.”
“Sis!”
Stella closed the door and sealed Roger’s protests inside the ward.
She gently breathed out a sigh. Just as she was about to turn away, she saw a man at the end of the corridor who she was all too familiar with, but also knew nothing about at the same time.
Weston looked her way. His face looked gentle and dignified as always but showed no emotion.
There was no warmth in his expression as he studied Stella, and after a moment, he came over.
“Here to see Roger?” He came up to her and glanced at the ward’s tag.
Stella grunted in reply. She became wary when she saw an examination sheet in his hand. “Why are you here, Mr. Ford?”
She pointed to the piece of paper in his hand and asked, “Are you here for a checkup? Where do you feel unwell, Mr. Ford?”
Mr. Ford… ?
Weston frowned slightly upon hearing this form of address.
This was how Stella had addressed him when they first got their marriage certificate.
After they started living together, she came over to ask him sheepishly, “Mr. Ford… Could I not call you Mr. Ford? It sounds rather distant for a married couple to address each other this way.”
He wasn’t the type to mind these minor details, so he answered her casually, “Do as you please.”
However, he had never expected to hear this form of address coming out of her lips after a few months had passed.
Not used to her sudden change, he was somewhat shocked.
He was just about to speak up when he remembered that he had brought up divorce with her. He gave up and smirked instead. “Don’t you understand my body best?”
Stunned, Stella only came to a realization when she saw the same intense look in his eyes he had shown in bed last night. “Mr. Ford…”
When he saw the color of red creep up her cheeks, that inexplicable irritation he felt was slightly appeased.
It was as if this was how she should be—a little dazed, a little awkward, and easily embarrassed.
She looked much better this way, to him at least.
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Just as the atmosphere between them mellowed down, a woman’s voice interrupted them.
“Weston, why didn’t you wait for me outside?”
The sound of high heels clicking against the floor got closer until Guinevere’s gorgeous face appeared before them.
When she noticed the two of them, she slowed down and glanced at Stella, feeling surprised. “Ms. Sealey, why are you here too? Did you need anything else?”
She stood beside Weston naturally and latched onto his arm.
Weston looked at her, frowning slightly, but he didn’t push her away. He asked, “Do you know her?”
Guinevere leaned against his arm affectionately and smiled. “We met just now. I even thought she was my fan.”
Stella felt as if she had been struck by lightning when she saw how relaxed and intimate they were. She didn’t know how to respond for a moment there.
She blinked and dug her nails into her palms. “Mr. Ford…”
It was easy to tell that her voice was breaking. Confusion and hurt were visible in her eyes.
For some reason, Weston felt inexplicably irritated seeing her like this.
Guinevere didn’t seem to notice how strange Stella was acting, and just went on to introduce Weston with a smile, “As you can guess, he’s my fiance, and he’s here to accompany me for my prenatal care checkup.”
Stella’s mind immediately went blank.
Prenatal care checkup… ?
She looked at Guinevere’s stomach, unable to control herself as her eyes reddened. “Your child belongs to… Mr. Ford?”
“Yeah.” Guinevere nodded happily with a sweet expression. However, she suddenly realized something and stared at Stella in confusion. “You keep calling him Mr. Ford. Are you acquainted with my fiance?”
Having said that, she turned to Weston curiously as if to ask him as well.
Stella reflexively turned to Weston.
A moment later, she heard him answer coldly, “I don’t know her.”
‘I don’t know her…’
Stella took a step back. She was his wife. At least she still was right at this moment. But he had claimed to not know her in front of another woman…
Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought you’d gained a female friend that I know nothing about!”
She seemed to be joking and angry at the same time as she added, “If it were true, I would’ve aborted your child six months ago!”
Six months ago?
Stella shuddered internally as she stared at Weston in disbelief.
They only got married six months ago, and Guinevere seemed to be about five or six months into her pregnancy…
Weston didn’t have time to consider Stella’s feelings. His eyes widened when he heard Guinevere threaten him with an abortion again, and he admonished, “Nonsense!”
Guinevere was frightened and frowned immediately. “Are you scolding me…”
Upon hearing this, Weston’s gaze softened and he said in a comforting tone, “Don’t throw a tantrum. It’s bad for the baby.”
Guinevere sniffled, looking aggrieved. “I just wanted you to coax me. If I really wanted to abort the baby, I would’ve done it six months ago instead of waiting until now.”
Having said that, she caressed her stomach and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God I wasn’t impulsive back then… Weston, you must be good to both of us.”
“Yeah.”
Stella seemed like an outsider as she stood there, watching her husband openly being intimate with another woman.
She had never seen this side of Weston before, nor had she ever seen him so gentle and patient with a woman.
As if a hole had been dug in her chest, all that was left was the wind whistling through. She felt cold and hurt.
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Stella stared at Weston with reddened eyes.
She was waiting for an explanation, waiting for him to talk to her.
Weston glanced at her, stopping only briefly before he retracted his gaze and showed no emotion.
“Let’s go,” he said to Guinevere gently.
Guinevere shrugged with a smile on her face. Then, she glanced at Stella with compassion in her eyes.
Stunned, Stella was rooted to the spot as she watched them leave. Tears welled up in her eyes, much to her disappointment.
She had wanted to rush over and demand an explanation.
But she couldn’t move at all, as if roots had grown out of her feet.
Guinevere was already six months pregnant…
But they had been married for six months too!
So Weston had gotten Guinevere pregnant shortly after they got married.
Was he still in touch with Guinevere during the time they were married as well?
Did he come home and hug her after he had just hugged Guinevere? Did he come back and kiss her after he had just kissed Guinevere? Did he…
Stella’s frame shuddered. She suddenly gagged at the possibility.
She quickly covered her mouth, bent down slightly, and rushed to the washroom.
Her thoughts cleared up a little after she splashed her face with cold water.
She looked in the mirror to study her plain and bare face. Other people must find her distasteful for looking so bland, right?
Her heart gradually calmed and she breathed out slowly. Then, she laughed at herself.
After the longest time, she finally regained composure.
She turned around only to meet a pair of dark eyes.
Weston was standing at the entrance of the washroom since god knows when, staring right at her.
His tall figure was blocking the light source, and with his handsome features shadowed under the light, he seemed all the more mysterious.
What a charming face.
Stella subconsciously held her breath.
In just six months of their marriage, she had fallen deeply for this man, and this face deserved the most credit for it.
It tempted her no matter from which angle she looked.
But now, it was time to awaken from her dream.
“You…”
“Have you signed it?”
They spoke almost at once, but the contents of their conversation differed greatly.
Upon hearing Weston’s question, Stella felt bitter at first before hanging her head to say, “I’ll move out as soon as possible.”
“Okay.” The man moved to lean against the frame of the door, studying her. “Lift your head up.”
Stella paused, confused as to why he had suddenly made this request.
Weston was surprised that he didn’t feel impatient with her slow response. He only felt a hint of annoyance.
He repeated, “Lift your head up and look at me.”
Stella looked up at him. “Mr. Ford…”
This form of address again.
Weston frowned and his tone became much harsher than before, “Don’t you have anything to ask me?”
Stella’s eyes wavered and then she laughed at herself. “You don’t even know me, Mr. Ford, so what is there for me to ask?”
She was using his earlier statement to counter him instead.
Weston was baffled, but he quickly composed himself. Judging from his expression, it looked like nothing had happened at all. “I don’t like tempers.”
Stella clenched her fists slowly and finally grew some courage. “Since you don’t like me, why did you marry me?”
Right after she said that, she suddenly felt queasy and turned around to gag.
Weston stared at her. Then, as if realizing something, his expression fell.
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Even with her back against him, Stella could sense his sharp gaze on her.
After gagging for a bit, she realized something as well.
Her period… was a few days late this month.
After this thought was planted, it gradually grew out vines that enveloped her heart.
What would her child with Weston be like… ?
“Stella,” a man’s deep voice called, sounding forceful and seemingly probing her.
Stella shuddered before snapping out of her reverie.
He was going to divorce her, and Guinevere was pregnant with his child too.
So it didn’t matter even if she was pregnant with his child. She even had a feeling that he would have her abort the baby without an ounce of hesitation…
She dared not turn around, afraid of meeting the man’s eyes.
Weston seemed impatient and stepped forward oppressively. “What’s wrong?”
Stella chuckled bitterly on the inside. By the time she turned around, she was wearing a nonchalant expression. “Oh, I might have caught a cold last night, so my stomach feels unwell…”
There was a moment of silence after she said that.
Her words seemed like a reminder, and they inadvertently remembered last night.
They both knew how passionate Weston was last night.
But he had brought up a divorce the next day.
Since he had decided on a divorce, why did he…
The man’s expression further darkened. His deep eyes studied her face, and his jaw tightened as the atmosphere around them somehow got tenser.
After a moment, he massaged his temples and said, “Sign it quickly. I’ll bear Roger’s medical fees as compensation.”
Stella’s gaze wavered. She was about to say something out of reflex.
But when she looked at his distant and ice-cold expression, she merely nodded obediently and said, “Okay.”
Perhaps Weston was satisfied with her response, his gaze mellowed. “Be good.”
Stella’s eyelashes trembled, and she dug her nails into her palms. The pain helped her endure the tingling sensation in her nose, and she choked out the word, “Okay.”
***
Inside the ward, Roger was hesitant to speak after seeing Stella being so out of sorts.
Once the time was up, Stella looked at her phone and stood up. “I’ll be going now, Roger. I’ll come and visit you tomorrow.”
She had to go home and pack up. Weston had given her some time to move out, but he didn’t mention how long.
And before that… she had something she needed to clarify.
Roger nodded. “Take care, Sis.”
“Okay.”
Roger pursed his lips at the sight of his sister’s dispirited figure, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes.
***
At a pharmacy…
“Hi Miss, can I help you with anything?”
“It’s alright. I’ll just take a look on my own…”
Stella chose the pregnancy test kit she wanted from the fully stacked shelf and hurried away from the pharmacy with her purchase.
After she left, a man in a black baseball cap entered the pharmacy.
After confirming what Stella had just purchased, he said respectfully on the phone, “Mr. Ford… Ms. Sealey has just bought a pregnancy test kit…”
***
The air inside the single VIP ward was silent.
After seeing Weston hang up, Guinevere went up to him and hugged him from behind. “Weston, who was that woman just now?”
She could actually tell that something was off, but she didn’t expose them in hopes that Weston would explain to her.
She had been doing a lot of thinking. For a man like Weston, she could only get closer to him by being proactive.
If she ignored him, he would only be much more indifferent.
Compared to insignificant restraint and pride, Guinevere preferred Weston.
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She had heard that Weston randomly married a woman to anger her, but she had never thought anything about it thus far.
Weston grabbed her wrist and slowly pushed her away before making her sit beside him. “An unimportant person.”
Guinevere’s eyes twinkled, and her lips curled up slightly. “I’m very satisfied with your answer, so I’m giving you a reward.”
Having said that, she leaned over, wanting to kiss him.
Her red lips were supposedly alluring, but Weston frowned instead.
He subtly evaded and caressed her hair. “You have something on your mouth.”
Guinevere was stunned. Shock flashed in her eyes, and then she chuckled. “It’s just lipstick… Fine, I know that you’re a germaphobe, so I’ll give you your reward after I remove my makeup.”
Weston grunted in reply before moving away to get up. He picked up the suit jacket he had casually draped on the back of the sofa and said, “I have something to do. Rest well.”
Guinevere leaned into the sofa and gave him a half-hearted smile. “Where are you going?”
“I have something to do.”
She said playfully, “Something to do… What is this ‘something’ that you can’t tell me about?”
Weston didn’t answer, but instead just opened the door and left.
The smile on the woman’s face disappeared instantly, and she clenched her fists.
Outside the ward.
Right after Weston closed the door and turned around, he met a pair of eyes that were red with anger.
Roger couldn’t believe it. What did he just see?
He was breathing heavily with the veins on his neck throbbing as he glared at Weston. “Who was that woman?! How could you do this to my sister?!”
After roaring out, he raised a fist and threw it forward.
***
Stella returned to the mansion. The empty living room made her chest tighten.
This place would no longer be her home soon.
After tidying up a bit, she went to the washroom with the pregnancy test kit. She read the instruction manual carefully, afraid of missing out on even a single word.
The waiting for the results was probably the most agonizing period of her life.
Before the stick showed either one or two lines, her phone suddenly rang.
The ringtone she had set exclusively for Weston sounded rather abrupt in this enclosed space.
Feeling shocked, Stella subconsciously hid the pregnancy test.
After realizing it was just a phone call, she took a deep breath and answered the call out of irritation. “Mr. Ford…”
“Hurry to the hospital now.”
His message was short and hurried but carried an indescribable sense of authority. He hung up right after saying that.
“Mr. Ford, did something happen to you?” Stella was stunned. After she heard the dial tone, she suddenly became anxious.
By the time she hurried to the hospital, Weston’s assistant was waiting for her at the entrance. Upon seeing her, he led her to the room on the topmost floor.
When Weston heard the sound of footsteps, he turned back into the room from the balcony and strode over to her. With an icy gaze, he asked, “Are you a Bombay blood type?”
Bombay blood was also known as Dinosaur Blood because people with such blood type were rarer than pandas.
Stella didn’t know why he was asking, but she nodded.
The next instant, she heard something that made her mind buzz. “Roger injured Gwen. She might lose the baby. She needs a blood transfusion right now.”
His assistant supplemented, “Ms. Cohen has the same blood type, but the hospital doesn’t have this blood type in their storage as it is too rare.”
Stella gasped. Weston took a step forward. Staring down at her trembling body, he said resolutely, “If you don’t want Roger to be put behind bars, you know what to do.”
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Stella’s throat tightened, unable to digest what he had just said.
After a while, she said with great difficulty, “Roger doesn’t even know Ms. Cohen. How could he possibly harm her…”
“Weren’t you the one who told him?” Weston interrupted her impatiently.
Stella was stunned. She explained reflexively, “I didn’t tell him anything!”
She finally noticed that the man’s face was injured too. There was a tiny bruise at the corner of his mouth, though it wasn’t very obvious.
It was probably Roger who had hit him.
But that didn’t affect the man’s appearance at all. He looked just as exquisite, dignified, and daunting.
Stella pursed her lips and took a deep breath, calming down all of a sudden. “Where is Roger? I want to see him.”
“He’s fine for now. You can see him once Gwen is safe.”
He had deliberately mentioned ‘for now.’ Stella clenched her fists to suppress her anxiety. “I want to see Roger or I refuse to donate blood… The hospital wouldn’t force me to donate blood if I don’t want to, would they?”
Weston’s eyes narrowed slightly at her forceful response as if to study her.
Stella had always been submissive and accepting with him, and had never been this forceful before.
So rabbits do get angry when they’re anxious.
Weston snorted a laugh. “Give me a reason why you refuse.”
Stella’s heart shuddered.
She had come in a hurry so she didn’t know the results of her pregnancy test… If she was really pregnant, would a blood donation affect her baby?
Her emotions were a mess, but she couldn’t leave Roger be, much less go against Weston.
She didn’t have the power to.
After a while, as if she was willing to compromise, she said, “Mr. Ford, you must promise me that if I donate my blood to Ms. Cohen, you won’t hold Roger accountable anymore.”
Weston merely stared straight at her without saying anything.
She was clearly nervous and at a loss, but she still found an advantage to strike a deal with him.
He suddenly lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. His gaze darkened as he said, “Sure.”
Then, he released her and instructed his assistant, “Take her there.”
Due to the urgency of the situation, they didn’t have time to perform any tests.
By the time Stella regained her senses, she had been pressed down onto a chair, and had a plastic tube tied to her slender and fair arm while two indistinct veins appeared.
“You’re too skinny…” The nurse in charge of taking her blood frowned as she found it difficult to find Stella’s veins.
Stella looked down without saying anything.
A tiny but sharp pain surged through her body and she quickly turned away. Her eyes slowly turned red.
She feared needles a lot.
She had trypanophobia since she was little. As a result, she would tremble every time she had to get an injection. She used to have people who would hug her and coax her in the past, allowing her to wail and be spoiled without having to restrain herself.
But now…
“I didn’t use that much force, so why are you shaking?” The nurse sounded flustered. She even started panicking after seeing how pale Stella’s lips were. “You even shook the needle out, so we have to do it again…”
Stella forced a nod. Paling as she stared at the needle that seemed like a beast to her, her mind began to swirl.
In the next instant, her world suddenly turned dark as warmth spread around her eyes.
Weston went over to her and covered her eyes. “Don’t look if you’re afraid.”
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 10
Stella couldn’t help but think about when she started harboring a misconception that Weston might like her?
Perhaps it was due to moments like these and the insignificant little actions. The man would catch her off guard, mess up her feelings, and then retreat coldly, leaving her all alone.
After her blood had been taken, Weston released her. “You can see Roger after Gwen’s surgery is over.”
Stella’s eyes widened before looking down and grunting a reply. “I got it.”
He always had this ability to lift her up one second, and then trample on her the next second.
The nurse packed up her tools. “Press this cotton ball here for a few minutes. You’ll be fine after the bleeding stops.”
Stella stood up upon hearing this and thanked her politely.
Once the nurse was gone, Stella turned to Weston. “Mr. Ford, I’ve packed up my things in the mansion. When do we go and get our divorce certification?”
When he first mentioned the divorce, she had once fantasized about trying to save their marriage. But now that Guinevere had appeared, she only wanted to stay far away from him.
Weston looked straight at her upon hearing what she said. He stared at her briefly before saying, “I’ll get the lawyer to inform you.”
Stella nodded. “Okay.”
She showed no reluctance at all as if she had fully accepted this decision. She went past Weston, intending to leave.
Weston’s eyes darkened and abruptly called out to her. “I said, you can only see Roger after Gwen is safe.”
Stella stopped and pursed her lips before explaining, “I’m not going to see him.”
She had her back facing him and never turned around even as she spoke.
Weston slipped his hand into his pants pocket and went up to her. “Where are you going?”
As Stella felt him closing in and the sense of oppression grew, she suddenly rebelled. “I don’t have to report that to you, do I, Mr. Ford?”
Since they were getting a divorce, he had no right to control her anymore.
Weston was stunned for a moment. He stared at her back before returning to his aloof self. “Do as you please.”
He walked past her and never looked at her again
***
Stella didn’t actually know where she could go.
She only wanted to escape from Weston and his suffocating aura.
She wandered the hospital mindlessly, thinking only about Roger.
Weston had already promised he would pay for the remainder of Roger’s medical bills, so Stella had no right to interrogate him even if he cheated during their marriage.
Her feelings seemed insignificant compared to such real problems.
With so much on her mind, Stella didn’t see a man in a wheelchair up ahead.
She had wandered onto a path in the rear garden, and when they passed each other, Stella accidentally knocked into the man’s wheelchair as the path was too narrow. Bam!
She regained her senses and immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” A clear and gentle voice comforted Stella’s uneasiness.
Sitting in the wheelchair was a handsome man with elegant features and a warm smile. He even looked worried as he looked at Stella. “You don’t look so good. Are you feeling unwell?”
Stella shook her head, but all of a sudden, the man’s face began to blur and she was even seeing double.
Her body began to sway. The aftereffects of her blood donation seemed to be taking effect and her world blacked out as she fainted.
By the time she woke up, she was lying in a ward.
The man in the wheelchair was gone, and in his place was Weston standing beside her.
Stella felt dizzy and she propped herself up shakily. “What happened to me?”
Her mind wasn’t fully functioning so she didn’t notice how dark Weston looked.
When she finally regained her senses, she heard a low voice saying, “You’re pregnant.”
It was said in an affirmative tone.
Weston placed a blood test report in front of her. “I had someone send a sample of your blood for examination after taking your blood.”
Stella stared straight at the report, her eyes widening, and she was unable to speak.
With an enigmatic tone, the man repeated, “You’re pregnant.”