Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 730

Chapter 730 

Stella didn’t want to respond to him. 

However, she was locked in his embrace and had her face cupped between his hands. She had no choice but to stare right back into his deep, dark eyes. 

“Weston, let me down….”. 

He lifted her chin. “You’re still angry. How can I let you  go yet?” 

Stella squirmed in discomfort under his hot, brazen stare. She turned her face away and insisted, “I’m not angry.” “Are you sure about that?” 

Weston pinched her chin harder and forced her to look back into his eyes. “Liar, one more charge against you.” 

With that, he leaned in closer to Stella’s lips. 

That fresh and familiar scent of his was an invasion of her olfactory senses. It was the smell of his aftershave, perhaps mixed with a faint scent of tobacco from his menthol cigarettes. 

It didn’t smell bad, though. 

The warm gust of air from his nose and mouth lingered on her skin, numbing her wherever it touched. 

Stella tried to avoid his touch and furrowed her brows.” Let’s get on the road. Stop fooling around…” He chuckled lower and kissed her ear. “My driver drives excellently. You don’t need to worry about him.” The driver knowingly raised the barrier between the front and back seats. 

The back seats were spacious and allowed for much hanky -panky between two people. 

Stella used to think that Weston was just rich and had the ability to change cars whenever he liked. But now that she thought about it, he had clearly been driven by other motivations. 

He looked every bit the sanctimonious gentleman he portrayed himself to be; even the suit he wore was devoid of a single crease or wrinkle. 

Yet, his hand was already underneath her skirt, fondling and touching her sensitive spots. 

His face looked cold and distant, as if the passionate, exploring hand didn’t belong to him. 

Stella lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning softly. She buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, not wanting him to see the look on her face. 

A man as wicked as Weston would never allow her to have  her way. He lifted her face, not wanting to miss a single expression on her face.