Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 619

Chapter 619

 Stella wanted to tease him, but she regretted it. “Stop it. My scalp is turning white from being wet for so long…” 

“Shut up.” Weston’s hands were full of foam. “Do you want to sleep in the study tonight?” 

Stella had wanted to tell him that she was fine with that. However, she quickly swallowed her words as she saw the cold glint in his eyes. 

She suddenly called out to him, “Weston.” 

Weston did not respond. 

“… Weston?” Stella hesitated a little and stared at Weston’s serious side profile. Then, she reached out and flicked the water to his face. 

“Ugh.” Weston frowned when the water hit him. He gave her a deep look with a little warning. Even so, Stella knew he was not angry. She looked at him with a smile. “Weston?” 

When he did not respond, she kept calling him. 

Weston knew she wanted to play and simply ignored her. He focused on bathing her and vowed to wash the smell off her. 

Stella had never seen Weston so headstrong and focused on doing something. She was determined to mess with him. 

Therefore, she changed her tone and called him softly, “… Weston?” 

It seemed like her real mischievous nature was revealing. It was her nature before her parents had died and before reality and hard life had suffocated her. 

Weston’s hands stopped for a moment. He looked at her darkly and warned, “Stay still.” 

Stella smiled and was a little more obedient this time, but only on the surface. 

Weston frowned and grabbed her. “Idiot. It’s all bubbles. It’s dirty.” 

Stella went with the flow and leaned against the bathtub. Then, she suddenly lifted her foot and splashed Weston with the water. 

She laughed, and her face turned a little red. Weston looked at her steadily, his hair dripping with water. 

He was wearing only a white shirt with the bottom tucked into his suit pants. It was his usual look, the typical look of an elite president. 

His white shirt was soaked through the waters, revealing his curves through the wet fabric. A drop of water slowly trailed down his perfectly-lined jaws and dripped into his collarbone. 

He was good-looking and the perfect work of God. Stella felt a little uncomfortable from his intent gaze. She vaguely felt like she had accidentally overdone it and hurriedly put her foot down. 

However, she was too late. She wanted to move, but Weston grabbed her ankle directly and pressed her foot hard against the part of him that she dared not to look straight at