Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 733

Chapter 733

Stella squinted at the sunlight piercing through the dark with a staccato, so tired that she could hardly manage a sound. She lifted an arm and shaded her eyes. 

Weston stood up, buttoning up his white shirt, and walked to the windows to pull the shades down. 

Stella turned to her side in a bid to return to sleep. She felt a warm touch at the back of her ear. It was Weston kissing her. “I’m heading to the office. Have a good rest here this afternoon.” 

Stella nodded. “Go ahead.” 

She was so exhausted that she had to force herself to speak, not to mention that her voice sounded nasal. 

Weston chuckled lowly and pinched her nose cheekily, eliciting annoyed grumbles from Stella. “Quit it…you’re such a bother…” 

He stood up leisurely. 

Stella slept more soundly than she usually did. By the time she woke up, it was already late in the afternoon. 

She pulled open the covers and saw hickeys of various sizes imprinted on her legs. Her knees went weak the moment she stood, and she almost collapsed onto the  carpeted floor. 

Stella had long gotten used to it; each time after sex, her back and legs would be sore and ache. With some effort, she managed to hold herself up and walk to the living room. 

A post-it note was stuck on the fridge, which told her that some food had been prepared for her inside, and all she needed to do was to take it out and enjoy it. 

Stella pondered for a moment, wondering when exactly Weston had become so thoughtful. He always had everything prepared meticulously for her, making sure that all her needs were taken care of. 

They seemed to have exchanged roles. 

In the past, she’d been the one who cared for him, never giving Weston a chance to worry about her. She shook her head to chase away those thoughts seeping into her mind. 

The man simply felt guilty, and that was all. 

Forcing herself to keep that thought in mind, she walked to the couch and settled herself down on it. She sipped a cup of milk in one hand and opened the pills from a bag with another as she began counting them. 

Weston had gone overboard these two days. 

The medicine that was supposed to last her a while would  soon run out.