Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 120
It was then that Stella began to feel relieved. Luckily, the man had already left. If Weston bumped into him, he might cause more
trouble.
When the man saw her not making a sound, his eyes darkened, and he jumped to conclusions. “So, is it the man called Justin?”
Taking advantage of the moment, she pushed his hand away impatiently. “It’s not him. But it has nothing to do with you anyway.”
“Must you still act like this when things have come to this point?” He suddenly softened and spoke to her calmly. “Stella, you are
not a stupid person.”
Since she was ready to step over his line, she should not retreat when she was stepping on it.
This would make him feel tantalized.
Sensing her thoughts of retreating again, he snorted. He lifted her chin up with his slender finger, forcing her to look directly into
his eyes. “At a time like this, do you think you can still run away on your own?” His eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone was
exuding a hint of menace. “Don’t let me see you get this close to another man again. Otherwise, you know what I’ll do.” He
leaned closer to her, and his low voice rang beside her ear. “And don’t let me know if anything happens between you and them.”
She bit her lower lip so hard that she tasted blood, and she could barely keep herself calm. She looked at him and said, “You
already have a wife and a son, but now you are making such a request to your ex-wife, who was once pregnant with your child
but was forced to jump from the penthouse and had a miscarriage. Don’t you think you are too despicable?” Every time she
dreamt, she would see her child in a bloody mess.
She wanted to forget, but he kept on appearing in front of her, forcing her to recall it.
Hence, she chose war.
With so many spikes placed between them, they were both bound to lose. He figured out her intention, and his face turned even
more hostile. Suddenly, he pressed his lips and laughed. “Now that you said it, I think I am. But what can you do about it? This is
how I am. I am just so despicable and cannot bear to see my ex-wife have relations with another man.”
“You are shameless!”

“How many times have I told you?” Seeing her raising her arms and was about to slap him, he easily shackled her wrist and
pinned it above her head. “Of course I’m shameless. What I want the most now is you-don’t you see?”
His reaction seemed to be intensifying.
Her whole body was shaking. She bit her lower lip hard until her face paled.
Only then did he notice something was wrong and let go of her. “Are you crazy?” He saw her brilliant red lips and pale face,
which was getting uglier with the light outside.” Open your mouth.”
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She refused to listen.
With his calloused finger, he rubbed her lips. It was as if he was coaxing a child, pinching her chin and shaking it. “Good girl,
open your mouth. It will hurt.” She opened her eyes and looked at him with a stoic face. “Do you still care if I’m in pain? This little
bit of pain is no more than a thousandth of what you’ve given me.”
The man suddenly froze and looked at her from above. Their eyes met, but he could not see a trace of emotion in her eyes.
Since when did she not have the same look in her eyes anymore?
He tried but failed to recall which day it was. Was it the day when he asked for the divorce? Or was it the day she had the
abortion? Or was it the day he went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce papers? Or the day he was on the rooftop?
It seemed like the change didn’t happen all of a sudden; it was accumulated.
So, even if he wanted to understand the answer to this question, there seemed to be no way to reverse the change. But he was
not convinced.