Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 926

Chapter 926

Weston refused to let Stella be seen in that gown. 

The wedding gown she wore was his limit. 

Weston realized that his possessiveness toward her had gone to an extreme, and it seemed to only get more intense in time. 

Stella furrowed her brows. “I think I look better in this.” 

It wasn‘t that she was in the mood to argue with Weston, but she was too lazy to change into another gown. 

Weston glanced at her for a moment but decided not to pursue the matter further. He took a couple of breaths and calmed himself, then retrieved a pair of handcuffs from somewhere. 

“Stretch your hands out.” 

Stella‘s eyes widened. “What in the world are you doing?” 

What is that? Handcuffs? He kept mum as he cuffed both their hands together. His stance made it clear that he forbade resistance of any kind. 

This time round, he didn‘t use a necktie to bind her up. Instead, he chose a special pair of handcuffs to bind them together. 

Stella had to follow him around wherever he went. 

As they walked into the hotel in such a manner, everyone got a rude shock. 

Once again, no one dared to say a word. They just looked on as the newlyweds behaved like Siamese twins with their hands cuffed together. 

Weston raised a toast with his free hand, looking leisurely at his guests as if he did not notice the strange gazes they were giving him and his bride. Stella stood behind him, still and obedient. There wasn‘t much expression on her face except for hopeless submission. 

Wendy furrowed her brows as she saw them walking down the aisle. She looked around to see if Chris had returned. 

Thankfully , Chris knew his boundaries and returned to his seat in time. 

Wendy could smell a different fragrance on his body, and the knot between her brows tightened. “Your body reeks of perfume just from a quick session of consoling Guinevere.” 

Chris had just sat down when he heard her scathing remark, which further soured his mood, which was bad to begin with. His face turned cold as he said bitingly,“ Everyone‘s watching. Stop blowing things out of proportion!” 

The image of Guinevere‘s sorrowful sobbing kept playing in his mind like a broken record. 

She cried with such tragic beauty, leaning on his shoulders and weakly telling him of the deep–seated indignance she couldn‘t help but display.