In the room, the family doctor treated Westonâs wound.
Stella stole a few glances and stepped aside. Just as she was about to turn around, Weston grabbed her wrist.
âWhere are you going?â
His expression suddenly became extremely cold as he looked at her in silence. She was taken aback, then quickly explained, âI want to go to the balcony...â He still fixated his eyes on her, not letting go of her hand.
Stella pursed her lips. Suddenly, she thought of something and asked in concern, âWhatâs wrong? Does any part feel uncomfortable?â
Weston did not say anything.
âDonât wander around,â he said after a while.
She understood what he meant and said helplessly, âI am just looking at the balcony. I donât want to disrupt your treatment...â
Obviously, Weston was dissatisfied with her explanation. âWas today not enough to teach you a lesson? âYou know, you might be watched.â
https://novelebook.com/mr-ford-is-jealous-bd1969.html?dev=tl âI canât always stay under your nose and sit still all the time, can I?â she replied with a frown.
Weston felt that there was nothing wrong with that.â Whatâs wrong with staying right under my nose?â
The doctor felt awkward listening to their conversation.â Mr. Ford, I am going to dress your wound. It might be a little painful.â
âCarry on with your job. Donât worry about the rest.â The doctor nodded immediately. âUnderstood.â
Then, he focussed on treating Westonâs wound, pretending not to listen to their conversation. Stella waited beside him patiently.
Her hand was clutched by his so she could only sit beside him and watch as his shirt was removed, revealing a large area of his lean body.
She saw the hideous wound on his waist and abdomen and her eyes flickered.
How was it that severe...
In the end, she didnât leave and stayed beside him.
Weston grabbed her wrist with one hand, and his eyes fell on her face, not caring the least for the gaping burns on his waist and abdomen.
Stella, however, looked shocked.
âDoctor, is it very serious?â While carefully treating the wound, the doctor said,â Chemical injuries are usually very serious. But Mr. Ford is lucky, the concentration of the acid was low, and his clothing blocked it, so it didnât hurt the dermis.â
She let out a sigh of relief. âThatâs good...â He was injured because of her, after all.
If anything serious were to happen to him, she would indeed be very sorry. The doctor took care of it quickly and reminded him to keep the wound dry. Then, he packed up his bag and got ready to leave.
After he left, Weston grabbed Stellaâs wrist and dragged her to his side âWatch out!â she exclaimed and stared at the side where he had been injured. With the wound now wrapped in gauze, she was careful not to put pressure.
âIt was difficult to get it bandaged. Donât touch it...â
âItâs just a small injury. Donât be so anxious,â Weston replied indifferently.
His words not only made her feel better, but they were actually what he really had in mind.
He did not even want to continue on this. Instead, he looked at her and said, âFrom now on, you are not allowed to get out of my sight.â
âHavenât I already been under your nose all this time?â
Weston pinched her chin and said with a decisive tone,â You know what I mean, Stella. I wonât allow this to happen again. Wherever you go in the future, you must be accompanied by me. And if Iâm not available, you canât go anywhere except where I think itâs safe.â
This sounded even harsher than when he locked her up inside Stardust Mansion.