Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1376

The next thing she knew, she was faced with a scene so frightening that she almost blacked out-

Stella stood there in a daze, staring at the enormous cage in front of her. She could hardly believe her own eyes. Had she accidentally stepped into the wrong room?*

The room that she was in right now was both dark and spacious, and in the center of the room was a cage, inside of which sat the man she had not seen in many days- Weston.

Her eyes narrowed in on the man wearing a white shirt who was just sitting there, hunched up like a cornered wild beast. His whole body was riddled with cuts and wounds. The sight disturbed her so much that she could not even react. She had to step away for a while and rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was actually just dreaming.

She just dared not believe that what she was seeing was true.

In fact, the wounds on Weston’s body were so fresh that he was still bleeding. His blood seeped through his white shirt and slowly dripped down the floor.

But the man merely hung his head low, not looking at anyone in the room. He was surrounded by a group of bodyguards clad in identical black suits. Their expressions were cold and stony, looking as severe as if they were the demons guarding the gates of hell.

Stella took a deep breath. Only after she heard Yvonne’s voice did her senses return to her abruptly-

“What happened to him?” she asked.

Yvonne turned to her and whispered, “He locked himself up in this place so he

wouldn’t go to you. Those are the bodyguards that he hired himself, and their duty is to stop him if he fails to restrain himself from trying to meeting you…”

”

Stella was rendered speechless for a while, in utter disbelief at what she had just heard.

“Has he lost his mind?” she finally asked.

“I guess so,” Yvonne sighed.

Lucas then walked up to his wife and put his arms around her shoulders before

saying, “We’ve got no reason to stay here since Stella is here now. Let’s go home.”

But Yvonne was still reluctant to leave because she was worried about Stella’s safety. She looked at her friend and told her, “I called you to come over only so you could see him for yourself. You can decide what you want to do next. Personally, I don’t think that you need to do anything at all. It’s totally fine if you’d like to just ignore him, you know.”

Stella said nothing. She just kept on silently staring at Weston.

Weston looked too afraid to look at her, but she noticed that every muscle in his body tensed up as soon as she walked into the room, especially when he heard her voice and the sound of her panting. He dared not even raise his head to look at her and had to look away as if determined to avoid any signs of her presence there. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Stella took a deep breath to steady herself before telling Yvonne, “You guys can leave now. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Are you sure?” asked Yvonne, concerned. “Will you be fine handling this on your own? I think he looks a bit dangerous right now. Shouldn’t you have a few people here with you, just in case?”

“No,” Stella shook her head. Even she had no idea where she got the confidence from. “I know he won’t hurt me.”

Hearing this, Yvonne and Lucas soon left. Afterward, Stella even told the bodyguards to leave as well.

And so there were only the two of them left in the room.

There was a little lamp in the corner emitting a dim light. Stella’s body cast a long shadow in the room. As she slowly walked up towards Weston, her shadow gradually engulfed him.

Weston kept backing away from. Stella as she approached him until his back was finally up against the cage.

Stella stopped and stood inches away from him.

“You clearly knew I was the one who turned up just now,” she said. “You even heard my voice. Why didn’t you even look at me?”

Weston did not respond and kept his head drooping low. He looked just like a dog that had realized it had done something wrong and was too afraid to show its face to

its master.

Stella knelt down in front of him and placed her hand on his head.

Weston suddenly let out a muffled grunt. It sounded like a noise that rose up from

deep within his chest despite his best efforts to suppress it.

“Don’t touch me,” he finally said hoarsely.

He did not want her hands to get dirty.