Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 912

Chapter 912 

A clear voice that reeked with an oppressive aura and gut wrenching sharpness sounded from above her head. 

Perhaps it was the stiff atmosphere that they were both eerily calm, like a thread stretched so thin it could snap at any moment. 

Stella looked up and saw a man in a suit standing at the cabin door. His hand gripped the door frame, and his bony fingers vaguely showed his bulging blue veins. 

He was so tall that he blocked out all the light, leaving only a long shadow on the floor. 

It was a shadow that almost engulfed her entire body. 

Stella clenched her fists slowly, and her lips turned white. She could not utter a single word. 

The sound of heavy footsteps thumped toward her. 

And then he stood in front of her. 

The familiar oppressive aura that loomed above her head began to hit her. 

She started to tremble but was swept into a pine–scented embrace before she knew it. 

Weston was not someone who fancied cologne, but since it was their wedding today, he had changed his scent to suit the theme of the wedding. 

Stella had personally picked it out for him. 

Hence, she thought he would question and punish her, but unexpectedly, his first reaction was to hug her. 

But his force was so powerful her arms hurt a little. 

Stella closed her eyes and bit her lower lip without making a sound. 

To say that Weston was terrifying in his current form was an understatement. 

Perhaps his expressionless was a sign of his inconsolable rage. 

Not even daring to plead, all she could do was await his pronouncement 

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Is there nothing you want to say to me?” he whispered into her ear after a while.