Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 78

At that moment, Stella stopped in her tracks out of fear.

But it was just for that moment.

She continued running ahead without hesitation. Feeling a slight, sharp pain at the corner of her mouth, she wiped hard at it, wanting to erase all memories and feelings that she felt there earlier.

All she could see before her was how Weston had gone crazy just now. She shut her eyes, feeling her heart trembling inside her chest.

An instinctive sense of disgust overwhelmed her as she bent over at the waist and stopped. She held the wall next to her and couldn't help but retch.

Her knees went weak, and she had to hold onto the wall to stop herself from collapsing on the floor.

After a moment's rest, she immediately stood up, worried that the people in the private room would chase after her. Stella looked up and saw a person appearing unexpectedly before her eyes. She instinctively took a step back as shock registered on her face. "You..." "Are you alright?" Seeing that it really was Stella before him, Justin heaved a sigh of relief. Yet, when he saw her pale face, his chest tightened with worry again. "What happened?"

Stella snapped back to attention from her shock at seeing Justin here. However, the sight of him made her heave a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Hall...it's nothing. What are you doing here?"

She looked at him and said hurriedly, with no time to waste, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hall. I have something on right now and need to make a move." With that, she ran out in a hurry without hearing what Justin had to say. Justin's eyes darkened as he looked towards the direction that Stella ran from. After a moment, he ran after her without a further word.

Stella ran all the way to the streets and finally stopped to rest after making sure that no one was after her. That was when she realized that Justin had been following right behind her all along. "Mr. Hall," She asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?" Justin shrugged and said helplessly, "Why did you run when you saw me? What were you doing at a place like that?"

Stella pursed her lips and replied honestly, "I was originally here to interview as a home tutor, but the assistant got the wrong address..."

Justin was already in the know about the situation, but he put on a shocked expression, "What about your interview, then?"

Stella shook her head and smiled bitterly, "I suppose it's all over. Forget it..."

Justin walked by her side and asked with concern, "If you need help, please let me know."

He had always maintained a polite distance with Stella. Somehow, a strange feeling overcame Stella as she felt his aura being magnified in the night air. She lifted her head and looked at him, perplexed and confused.

"1..." She tightened her grip over the strap of her bag and took a step back, shaking her head. A strange feeling that she had never felt before overwhelmed her. Her entire body suddenly felt inexplicably warm. Justin sensed that something was wrong with her and furrowed his brows. "Is something the matter?"

Stella shook her head profusely and suddenly became very alert. She widened her eyes, and her breathing became heavier. "I don't know..."

With that, she tried to stumble away. Justin was naturally concerned at the sight of her condition. He grabbed her arms and tried to gently pull her back. "Are you..." His gaze that landed on her face was deep and pensive. He looked at her from top to toe and a thought came to mind. "You said that you went to the wrong address. Did you somehow touch or drink something spiked?"

Stella shook her head again. "No...I neither drank nor ate anything..." But Justin's suspicion raised some of her own in her mind.

In a place like that, anything nasty was possible.

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Stella shut her eyes as scenes of what transpired in the private room flew past her mind. Weston forced her to look at those disgusting scenes, to face up to the cruel principle of survival of the fittest acting out in real life. That was a life devoid of dignity, in which one would be objectified and played like a fool, eventually flung aside and abandoned, as long as one was lowly in status and poor.