Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 

The night was chilly and the room was silent. It was almost two in the morning. Stella had settled into a deep sleep, no longer mumbling or talking. 

Weston had been by her side for more than an hour, but she had only just calmed down. But now that she was sound asleep, Weston was still too restless to go to bed. 

He was dressed in a long silk nightshirt. The dark blue satin fabric clung to his tall muscular frame. He stepped out onto the balcony and carefully slid the glass door close so as not to make a sound. For a while, he stood there and gazed through the glass at Stella who was lying on the sofa. 

Then he turned around and rested his arms on the railing as he looked down. The courtyard downstairs looked different under the soft illumination of street lamps. The bright green leaves looked dark and gloomy now as they rustled in the night breeze. 

The swaying shadows of the trees danced on the balcony, making it look like a scene from another dimension. 

Weston pulled out a cigarette, then nonchalantly tossed the cigarette case aside as he played with the lighter. A faint blue flame emerged. It burned the end of the cigarette and the scent of burnt tobacco filled the air. A plume of smoke rose from the cigarette then gently swirled and dissipated. 

Weston kept playing with the lighter. The blue flame emerged, vanished, then emerged again. The metal lighter made a clunking noise that cut through the silence of the night, but no one inside could hear it. 

The stormy waves in Weston’s eyes finally calmed down. He closed them, but now all he could hear was Stella’s hoarse painful cries. She was begging him. She was pleading for him to believe her, to save her. 

That was the scene in their past that he wished he could shut out forever. He had sometimes been plagued with nightmares after that fateful night, but his strong self-control would never allow him to be tormented by nightmares.