Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1382

Hearing her words, Weston’s body froze.

He kissed the tip of her nose carefully. It was so lightly and lovingly, as if fearing his touch would shatter her.

She looked fixedly into his eyes and said, “Can you tell me what you mean by this?”

Weston did not speak.

She knew exactly what he was thinking, but she had to ask. She had to force him to say it.

When did she become so bad?

Although he was on top of her, hugging her intimately, he did not dare to exert force on his hands. Thus, he could only brace himself so she’d closely stick to his body.

She could feel his repression but still recklessly told him, “If I don’t offer consent, you can’t do anything to me.”

His throat rolled up and down, and cold sweat dripped down her cheek.

It took a long time before he let out a “hmm.”

He did not do anything to her. He simply ran his hand back and forth her waist provocatively, and then kissed her neck little by little, and then moving downward…

And finally, all the way down.

Stella grabbed his hair incredulously. “What do you want…”

He did not speak and simply responded vaguely. His tongue had arrived at her navel.

She instantly curled her toes, and her beautiful toenails, painted with a nice shade of pink lacquer, scratched the bedsheet.

He grabbed the back of her foot in a flash and rubbed it inside his palm, rubbing his fingers somewhat hotly over hers.

Almost instantly, she was jolted by a small electric current that ran through her body.

She just lay there, looking at the ceiling, a little uncomfortable.

But she no longer had the strength to push him away.

Perhaps this reaction gave him some confidence, and he suddenly raised his head and wiped the fluid off the corner of his mouth.

“It’s sweet,” he croaked.

Stella blushed immediately and wanted to kick him away.

But the moment her feet were on his shoulders, he leaned forward.

He delicately traced her face, the face he had worshipped countless times in his dreams.

Holding her, his body had reached a certain point that he was about to strike, but he was bitterly repressing it. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Can I? Can I…”

He asked over and over again in her ear. His sound was hoarse and painful. As his lips were rubbing the back of her ear, he asked again with a low voice, “It’s really painful, Stella. Can you give it to me?”

She really thought he was simply unbelievable, but she did not expect such an expression to appear on this man’s face once she looked up. He actually looked pitiful.

She closed her eyes and did not answer.

She turned her head to the other side, not refusing or objecting.

But it was such a moment that the patient man who had been holding back suddenly poured out.

He hugged her tightly and kissed her lip almost aggressively, as if he wanted to devour her.

She frowned, grunted twice, and slapped his shoulders hard.

Nonetheless, he was so much stronger than her that her lips hurt from the kiss.

But once she expressed her dissatisfaction, he became gentle at once and pecked her face softly.

Soon, she quietened down.