Chapter 1198 As she spoke, Stella noticed that Westonâs expression had turned stone cold. It was as if her words were a bucket of cold water that was poured onto his burning flame.
His fiery passion was extinguished just like that, so swiftly, so mercilessly, and so painfully.
Stella enjoyed that look on his face right now. Her gestures became languid yet elegant.
Then she sensed that the grip around her waist was getting tighter and tighter. She looked down at the dark and unfathomable eyes of the man. She frowned and . asserted, âYouâre hurting me!â
She could see that Weston was already on the verge of fury. Yet he remained calm and patient enough not to lose his temper. Instead, he buried his face in her neck and told her, âYou know perfectly well what I want, Stella He kissed her shoulder, and the warmth of his lips spread slowly downwards, though he did not venture any further. He just lingered on the surface of her skin.
Weston knew that Stella only said those things to hurt him. She must have known that with his feelings for her right now, telling him to go to another woman would do nothing but only distress him.
âYouâve always been my only woman,â he whispered in his husky voice into her ear as he leaned against her neck. âThere will never be another woman in my life except you.â
Stella knew that Weston was never one to say romantic things, but she knew just as well that this man had always been able to do everything excellently. She had learned long ago, back when he used to keep her as his mistress while publicly being in a relationship with Guinevere Cohen, that his words could not be trusted, and she wasnât about to believe him now.
Stella halfâstretched her body to get away from him.
âMr. Ford...â she sat up and looked at him nonchalantly.â I came here to see you because I have something to discuss with you.â
Weston relented and stretched backward, quietly staring and studying her.
He did not let her finish speaking before telling her,â Thereâs no need to discuss anything. Iâll agree to anything you want.â
Stella was mildly startled, and there was surprise in her eyes. With a laugh, she asked him, âWhat if I want the entire Ford Corporation ? Would you give me that too?â
âYes,â he replied, walking up to her and resting his hands on each side of her body while leaning down to look at her. He exuded an invisible aura of intimidation effortlessly âAs long as itâs something that you want,â he said, âIâll give it to you without any question.â The smile on Stellaâs face faded slightly. She could tell that he was not joking. This made her expression gradually turn somber. âYouâre right,â she said, touching his arms and then gently pushing him away, âI donât actually want that. All I want is what I deserve.â
There was a sudden change in his eyes. They looked more mysterious and inscrutable than usual now.
He was about to say something, but Stella abruptly withdrew her hands and stared at him with an amused expression before telling him, âYouâve gotten worse, Mr. Ford. Compared to three years ago, youâre acting as if . youâve never met a woman before.â
Weston instantly understood that she was only teasing him just now. Instead of getting angry, he laughed, placed his hand behind her body, and balled it up into a fist before moving slowly downward, while the other hand held her face in place.
âIt looks like youâve learned a lot of new skills while you were abroad.â
âI learned many things indeed, but Iâm not sure if you can handle it, Mr. Ford.â
âTry me?â He leaned in towards her till the tips of their noses were so close that with just a tiny nudge forward, they would be touching.
But he did not go any further than that or touched her. He just stayed there and quietly observed her, his unfathomable eyes peering into the depths of her soul.