Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 959

Chapter 959

 Weston stood by the bed with his back facing Stella. His tall frame blocked the dim light. His broad shoulders, strong waist, and firm, defined muscles on his body outlined by his nightshirt gave off the impression of a savage beast that lurked in the dark.

Stella heard his cold voice say, "You are mine until the day you die, Stella.”

 “I don’t care whether you think this is a house or a cage," he continued.

“You are still not allowed to go anywhere without my permission.” He then left the room.

Stella just lay there without moving an inch.She heard him open the door to the study and then closed it.

After that, the whole house fell into complete silence.

Stella turned over to the other side and shut her eyes.

A tear slid down the corner of her eye and down her temple before finally dripping on the pillow.

Weston did what he promised.He locked Stella up in the Stardust Mansion and completely cut her off from the outside world.

Apart from the psychiatrist , no one else was allowed to talk to her.

Dr.Hayden Quirk often hinted that such conditions would exacerbate Stella's mental condition, only for Weston to turn a deaf ear.

“As long as she's alive and healthy , I couldn't care less about her mental health.” Those were the exact words that Weston said.

He didn't care for children either, and besides, Stella wouldn't even let him touch her now, so the medical researchers he hired to find a way for Stella to have a safe pregnancy seemed pointless.

Yet Weston still sustained them, just as he still kept Stella alive.

In fact, he made sure to give her the best of everything the best food, the best clothes, and objects of the highest quality were delivered to the Stardust Mansionevery day.He really would do anything for her…except to set her free.

It seemed Weston had also developed his own mental illness after Stella tried to run away from the wedding.

He felt an inexhaustible preoccupation with trying to keep Stella within his line of sight at all times.

If she ever came into contact with anyone, an obsessive thought would not fail to unsheath itself.

"Are these people trying to take Stella away from me?" Yet the more forcefully he tried to shackle Stella to his side, the further the two grew apart.

To the outside world, it was clear that Weston would do anything for Stella.

Lately, she began buying potted plants of different varieties -some bonsais while some were delicate flowering plants.

Weston did not mind, though.

As long as she stayed within the mansion's gates, she could do whatever she wanted.

“Cultivating a hobby would do her a lot of good,” even Dr.Quirk agreed.

“It would definitely be beneficial for someone in her current condition.” And so that was how Stella lived her life, day after day.

She would spend most of her time in the garden watering and caring for her plants, then see the various doctors that Weston arranged for the day.

Consultation, examination, taking medicine, trying to be intimate…

Each day passed with Stella trapped in such a loop, like a never-ending purgatory with no light at the end of the tunnel.

But there was one particular bonsai that she watered daily with the utmost care.It was a plant she would meticulously tend to, every leaf and branch.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Stella had actually kept a pot of oleander.