Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 622

Chapter 622 

Stella slept soundly that night, perhaps from the effects of the medicine. Recently, however, she seemed plagued by more and more fatigue each time she woke up. 

Perhaps she’d been taking too much medicine lately, or perhaps it was Weston’s insatiable appetite. 

The next morning, Stella heard a baby cry before she woke up. It startled her, and she thought she was still in a dream. 

After a while, the baby’s crying became extremely clear, as if it was coming from the living room. 

Quickly, she lifted the covers and ran out of the bedroom without her slippers. She rushed to the living room and shouted, “Baby!” 

Then, she saw Weston standing there with a baby in his arms. When he heard her running, he looked at her. 

“You’re awake?” 

Stella thought she was still dreaming. She froze at the door, unable to stop staring at the baby in his arms. 

Weston paused a little and introduced the child. “This is Zachary. Come and meet him.” 

Stella jerked her head up and put her hand on the door  frame, looking at him in disbelief. 

“What do you mean?” 

Weston frowned. “Don’t you like kids?” 

Stella fell silent and almost dug her nails into the cracks of the door. “Are you mocking me?” she asked, her nails screeching noisily on the door, 

She liked children, but only her own child, the child who was gone before she could meet him. 

“Okay, sir.” Joan hurried forward and took Zachary away from him. She gently patted her back and coaxed, “Good boy. Let’s get us some milk, shall we?” As the cries of the child faded, Stella breathed a sigh of relief and slumped weakly against the door frame. 

After noticing how pale she’d become, Weston strode forward and picked her up in his arms. 

“Are you feeling unwell?” 

Stella said nothing. She leaned on his shoulder and looked at him as he put her on the bed. 

“It’s still early. If you’re not feeling well, you should rest,” Weston said. 

Stella shook her head and looked at him intently. “Why did you bring Zachary over?” “You were mumbling in your sleep about wanting a baby.” Weston reached out and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. 

Stella sneered suddenly, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. “Is that why you brought Zachary here? Are you asking me to treat him as my own child?