Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1
The creaking sounds finally stopped. On this heavy night, a low voice gradually calmed down. A subtle rustling sound of the
sheets could be heard as the man got up. As Stella Sealey looked at the scratch marks on his back, she felt a sudden impulse,
and reflexively grabbed his wrist. “Could you stay here tonight?” Weston paused. Without turning back and letting her keep the
view of his perfectly toned back, he buttoned up his shirt. Stella was anxious. Her fingers clenched at the already wrinkled
sheets, further crumpling them. She held her breath as if to wait for his judgment. After a long while, she heard him say,
“Okay.” Stella breathed a sigh of relief. She even felt tears well up in her eyes. The man turned around. He was strikingly tall and
had chiseled handsome features, and his deep eyes looked like the starry night sky. This man was her husband, Weston
Ford. Sole heir of Ford Corporation, he was the youngest man to ever top the Fortune’s List, and the most prestigious
businessman around the globe. He was also a frequent guest at major banquets and events. A man as perfect as him belonged
to her. Stella straightened up and looked him carefully in the eyes. “Can I help you change into a set of sleepwear?” She slowly
touched his shirt collar, trying to probe for his permission. Weston’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t stop her. Although he seemed
somewhat reluctant, he allowed her to unbutton his shirt. Stella quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling bittersweet on the
inside. During their marriage, Weston was undoubtedly the perfect husband. He was wealthy and prestigious. When it came to
his wife, he was meticulous and respectful. Sometimes, Stella wondered why he was interested in her in the first place. Only, she
didn’t have time to ponder this problem... Because she needed money badly, and this man was her only support. Weston was
her only pillar. So even if they were husband and wife, she was still careful around him and tried to gain his favor. However,
Weston was good enough to her. He gave her the dignity of being his wife. Even if she was so average that she would be easily
lost in a crowd, her identity as Mrs. Ford had given her space to breathe in this real world. Aside from the fact that he never
spends the night with her, everything was great. It was exceptionally quiet tonight. This was the first time Weston was sleeping
beside her, and he slept soundly. But Stella couldn’t sleep. She kept wanting to reach out to touch his face. The man frowned
and turned over to have his back face her. Her hand stopped midair. A moment later, she bitterly retracted her hand and closed
her eyes to sleep. The next morning, Stella woke up very early to make Weston breakfast. She drew her hair up in a high
ponytail, revealing her fair neck. Weston was greeted by such a sight when he woke up and entered the kitchen. Stella turned
around upon hearing the sounds and smiled at him. “You’re up.” Weston grunted in reply. “I made you breakfast. It’ll be ready
soon. Can you wait for me in the living room?” “Okay.” Stella worked faster. In the living room, without anything to talk about, they
ate their breakfast in silence. She had always been skillful in cooking. As she watched Weston slowly finish up the breakfast she
prepared, she smiled in satisfaction. Weston had a great upbringing. He was dignified, elegant, and a sight to see even when he
was eating. After he put down his cutlery, he glanced at her and said, “There’s something I want to tell you.” “What is it?” Stella
was about to clear the plates but paused and stood beside the table to look at him. The man’s defined and slender finger tapped
on the table briefly before handing her a divorce agreement.