Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 107

Stella got out of the car directly and ignored him.

Weston glanced at her. He was full of patience and did not mind her behavior.

Stella walked straight ahead and happened to catch a glimpse of a familiar car. Her eyes lingered for a moment, but she did not think much of it and went straight into the elevator.

Weston walked in behind her unhurriedly.

This man always seemed to be like this. He would control his own pace and no one could disrupt him. "You say no, but your actions say otherwise."

Stella ignored his tease. She said indifferently, "I'd rather cooperate and see what you want to do instead of struggling unnecessarily. I don't have time for you, but I can't escape either. No matter how I struggle, you'll find ways to achieve your goal. It's better that I obey. I can't fight you anyway."

Weston hated the way she described their relationship. He did want to make things difficult for her, hoping to get her back to the way she was before. However, he did not expect her to use the word 'fight.' 'Forget it,' he thought. It was just a matter of time, and he had the patience.

After entering the restaurant, Stella discovered the contrast inside. It looked grand on the outside but was incredibly low-profile inside.

This was a corridor made of stone. She could even see the pattern of the stone on the walls.

Stella curiously touched it with her hand and felt the rough texture on her skin. Weston was right behind her, watching her curious movements with a hint of gentleness in his eyes. It was there. He just did not notice it himself.

He fixed his gaze on Stella the whole time, occasionally moving closer to her.

The man's chest was right behind her back. He watched her walk and stop but did not rush her. The road ahead was getting narrower and narrower.

After walking for a long time, Stella still did not see a waiter. "This isn't like a restaurant. It's like a maze here."

She suddenly stopped walking and looked suspiciously at the man behind her. "Are we going the wrong way?" Weston did not answer her question. Instead, he tipped up his chin and urged, "Continue walking, Stella continued walking suspiciously. The further they went, the darker the corridor became. It seemed like it would never end.

There was only a faint visible light ahead.

Stella noticed that the surrounding environment suddenly darkened. She did not know when the light was gone.

She became a little scared and didn't dare go any further. When she looked behind her, she realized the light from behind was gone too. Only Weston was still standing beside her.

"Scared?" The man's low voice came from above her head. Stella pressed her lips. "What is this place?"

"Once you go in, you'll know." Weston continued following her around with the same nonchalant attitude.

He watched her cowering in a ball. A sudden urge suddenly grew from his heart and flowed in him, making him act by instinct. He took her in his arms without any second thoughts, "If you're scared, lean on me."

The familiar scent of his was the air she breathed, and Stella was lost in thought for a moment.