Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180

The living room with yellow lights was the only dimly lit spot in the mansion. Rain had started falling outside, making the night seem colder. The pitter-patter of the rain resounded loudly in the ears. Stella weakly shoved the man pinning her down. The jarring physical disparity between the male and female bodies overwhelmed her. Her eyes trembled, marred with pain and heavy resistance. As if completely oblivious to it, Weston held the back of her head and forced himself upon her. He was a very aggressive man who desired control-Stella had already experienced his yearn 

for domination just now. 

She didn’t understand-if Weston’s sense of possessiveness was so strong over his own woman, why did he allow Guinevere to be cast in the first place? From what she knew, the movie Guinevere had acted in after clinching the Best Female Actor award was littered with intimate scenes that bordered on obscene. 

This was probably because she was a mistress, one stripped of any say and defense in the matter. Her only role was submission. 

Guinevere, however, was different. She was his lawful wife, and they were equals in their 

relationship. Weston definitely treated Guinevere with respect and love, unlike the impudence he displayed while manhandling her. After straightening out her thoughts, Stella put up no further resistance and her arms plopped weakly by her side. 

Weston observed the change in her stance and stopped. 

Panting slightly, it was as though he was egging a response out of Stella to his action. Instead of looking at her, he stood up and went straight to the washroom. 

A moment later. 

The sound of water falling from shower sounded. Stella curled up on the couch, hugging herself. She shut her eyes and let fatigue wash over her. 

It was the bedroom that Stella was familiar with. He laid next to her, his arm on her waist as he hugged her from behind and shut his eyes. 

It was when his breath started slowing down that Stella finally let her guard down. She was wide awake till the middle of the night when finally, she could no longer take the fatigue and fell asleep. 

The next day was the weekend. When she awoke, she realized that Weston was still in the room. 

The moment she opened her eyes, she heard the flipping of a book’s pages. 

She pulled open the sheets and sat up to see a man seating on the couch right opposite the bed, holding up a book. With a black silken sleeping robe lazily draped over his body, his large hands casually turned over the pages of the book. It was a rather pleasant sight to the eye. The sunlight filtered in through the curtains and it glimmered against his dark, luscious hair. He lifted his eyes and looked at Stella, a gentle look that was devoid of all of yesterday’s unhappiness. “You’re up?” Stella nodded wordlessly. Slowly, she stood up and went to the washroom to freshen up.