Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 640

Chapter 640 

There was no way Weston would let Stella get her way. 

“What did you have for dinner today?” he asked, pinching her nose. 

Stella wrinkled her nose and snorted before replying,” Garlic noodles. Why?” 

“Did you forget what I told you?” 

“No,” she argued. “You told me I could eat it once a week, didn’t you? Well, I used up that chance today.” 

Stella stirred and stretched, then yawned and turned lazily towards Weston. 

“You promised me yourself that I could have it once a week,” she reminded him. “So you must make good on your words.” 

Weston leaned down and bit the tip of her nose playfully. 

“When did you learn to be this sly and use my words against me, hmm?” 

Just then, Stella sensed a faint smell of smoke coming from Weston’s body. 

“Have you been smoking?” she asked, frowning. 

“Why? Does that upset you?” 

Stella turned up her nose and replied, “I can’t say I particularly like the smell…” 

Weston paused and emitted a soft, quiet chuckle. 

“You really do know how to get your way, don’t you?” 

Stella turned over and nonchalantly asked, “Has Guinevere been talking to you then?” “You know,” Weston began in his gravelly voice as he pressed his hand gently on her head, “sometimes I just feel like opening up your skull to see what exactly is inside your mind.” 

Stella stared at his Adam’s apple rolling up and down as he spoke as if mesmerized by its movements. The pills were now in full swing, and she could no longer control herself. She wrapped her arms around him lustfully, nuzzled up to his neck, and brushed her lips ever so gently against his ear. “Hurry up and hold me!” she whispered urgently. 

Weston’s eyes darkened dangerously. 

“Do you know what you’re doing right now?” he cautioned her. 

Stella nodded. 

“Why are you still hesitating? Are you too tired today?” Hearing that she was questioning his strength, Weston’s expressions changed immediately. “You’re not going to get much sleep tonight,” he stated rhetorically. 

As a successful businessman, Weston always prided himself on doing what he promised. The only place he would ever pull any tricks was in bed with Stella. 

But he was not in bed when he said the last sentence, and true to his words , Stella did indeed get very little sleep that night. 

The next day…