Mr. Ford Is Jealous [Completed] - Chapter 11-20

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 11

It was a bright sunny day and the curtains fluttered with the wind. The man who stood by the bed blocked most of the sunlight. His elongated shadow made him seem so much taller. Stella was covered by his shadow. She slowly clenched her blanket as she regained her senses. “Pregnant…” She looked down as she mumbled. Her belly under the white blanket showed no signs of protruding.  But there was a human life inside. A glint slowly appeared in Stella’s dark eyes. It had merely been her assumption, and she didn’t have time to check the pregnancy test’s result after hurrying here. But to think she was actually pregnant… She couldn’t conceal the joy on her face. Weston lit a cigarette and took a drag at it. “Are you happy about this?” Stella looked up at him upon hearing this. The man’s face was shrouded by the white smoke and his exquisite features were shaded by the light, making him look all the more stoic, dignified, and unattainable. The soft expression on her face gradually stiffened. “Mr. Ford…” Stella clenched at the bedsheet, getting nervous. She had forgotten that Weston was divorcing her and that Guinevere was pregnant with his child. She was only a tool used to relieve his loneliness when the two of them had a lovers’ spat. How could he possibly tolerate her having this child? The man noticed the changes in her expression. With a cigarette in one hand and the other arm resting lazily on the back of a chair, he flicked the cigarette ashes into an ashtray. “I’m sorry.” Just two words and nothing else. These words hinted that she should give up on the child. Stella shook her head, looking pale. “You don’t have to be sorry… We won’t be related at all after we divorce.” Then, she looked up. “This child will have nothing to do with you either. I guarantee you that I won’t appear before either of you after we divorce, okay?” Weston frowned. “You want to keep the child?” Stella’s jaw tensed up and her gaze wavered. Before she could speak, the man snorted. “Putting aside the influence you would bring to the Ford family by having this child, you’re having a hard enough time now just taking care of Roger. If you do have the child, how will you take care of it?” What he said was true. Stella didn’t know what to say for a moment there, but she clenched her fists. “I will think of something on my own. I won’t give you any trouble…” “You’re giving yourself trouble.” Weston put out the cigarette and stood up. “There’s no need to give the two of us trouble over something that hasn’t taken form yet, don’t you agree?” Stella’s lips turned pale as her nails dug into her palms. She didn’t speak, and Weston didn’t have the patience to wait. He simply grabbed his suit jacket and said, “Rest well. I’ll make arrangements for everything else.” Having said that, he left the ward. The door closed, and Stella closed her eyes. Even the buzzing noise ringing in her ears couldn’t compare to what Weston had just said to her. To have called their child a ‘thing’ with such a cold tone. One part of her heart gradually died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out too, leaving nothing but cold emptiness. *** Stella was only allowed to see Roger the next day. Weston never came back to see her after he left, but he assigned someone to watch over her. Inside the ward, Roger was resting with his eyes closed. His complexion was far worse compared to several days ago, and there were a few obvious bruises on his face. Stella’s heart ached. She closed the door gently and went over to sit down beside the bed. Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping face. She said softly, “I’m sorry… I didn’t protect you properly.” They used to have a happy family, and Stella was once a renowned young lady in their community. On the day of her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one night for them to fall from grace. These past few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the world could be. Stella, who never had to worry about survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult to even pay her university fees. Later on when Roger fell ill, Stella finally knew how important the money she never used to care about would be. Roger frowned and woke up. “Sis…” He looked uncomfortable. He rubbed the point between his eyebrows and sat up with Stella’s help. “How long have I been asleep…?” Then, he suddenly remembered something and grabbed Stella’s arm. “Where is Weston? Where is he?!” Stella saw how furious he was, so she quickly comforted him, “Calm down. You just woke up…” “Sis!” Roger didn’t want to hear this so he interrupted, “That man’s keeping a celebrity as his mistress. He even got her pregnant!” He was utterly exasperated. “How could he do this to you?!” Stella’s eyes darkened. She abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back down. “That has nothing to do with you. You just have to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule your surgery. You don’t have to worry about anything else.” Roger looked like a little enraged beast with his red eyes. When he saw how calm and exhausted Stella looked, he immediately deflated as if he had been stabbed by a needle. He hugged her tightly. “Did he give you trouble…?” Stella sighed and patted him on the back. “I know you’re angry, but you shouldn’t have hit Guinevere.” Guinevere was Weston’s beloved. If Stella didn’t have the same Bombay blood type that could save Guinevere, Weston wouldn’t have forgiven Roger. Roger clenched his fists upon hearing this and his voice lowered down. “I didn’t hit her… I only wanted to hit Weston, but she came up and shielded him, so I accidentally hurt her…” Then, he asked, “Is her baby okay?” Before Stella could answer, Roger suddenly spat. “Even if she had a miscarriage, a third wheel like her who interferes in someone’s marriage deserves it!” Stella’s chest tightened. She released Roger and caressed his head, forcing out a smile. “It doesn’t matter. You just have to go through with your treatment and stop making me worry, okay?” Roger noticed the exhaustion in her delicate face and he swallowed. Finally, he averted his gaze with reddened eyes, and said, “Okay. I got it.” *** On the day Weston finally came to see her, Stella was standing on the balcony, staring dazedly at the high-rise buildings in the distance. Weston was welcomed by such a sight when he entered the room. A frail woman was standing by the window with her hands on the railings. The wind blew at her long hair, and she looked pale and weak. If the wind was a little stronger, it seemed as if it could blow her away. The man’s pupils dilated and he strode over, lifting the woman up without a second thought. Stella was startled. “What are you doing?” She felt herself being lifted into the air, and the next instant, she saw Weston’s furious gaze. “Stella, are you trying to kill yourself?”

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Before Stella could even react, she was being carried back to her bed. She was stunned as she stared at the man’s dark expression. “What are you planning to do…?” Weston pressed down on her shoulder. It was obvious that he was furious as he spoke ominously, “I should be asking you. What were you planning to do?” He clamped down on her waist and was leaning so closely into her that they were only inches apart. Stella could feel his oppressing aura. After she understood his meaning, she found it oddly amusing and said darkly, “Let me go!”  She struggled to pull her wrist away but the man’s grip didn’t budge. Stella’s jaw tensed up and she abruptly raised her head to stare into his dark eyes. Her hands slowly balled into fists. “I was only enjoying the breeze. I wasn’t trying to commit suicide, so relax.” Weston still didn’t let go. Instead, he stared at her quietly as if to distinguish if she was telling the truth. A moment later, he snorted a laugh and lifted her chin, warning her, “Indeed. You wouldn’t try to seek death with Roger around.” Then, he released her. Stella steadied herself and looked at him. “Don’t worry, Mr. Ford. I wouldn’t seek death just because of a divorce.” She looked down, refusing to meet Weston’s eyes. He couldn’t see what she was feeling. He suddenly changed the topic and looked at her faintly. “Have you thought about the issue with the child? A doctor will be coming over in the afternoon, so be mentally prepared.” Stella’s pupils dilated at this. She looked up at him. “Why should I be mentally prepared?” “I thought you’d already thought it through a few days ago?” “Is there no room for discussion…?” Stella subconsciously felt her stomach. Her voice was light and shaky. “No.” Weston didn’t hesitate at all. Before he left, he stood at the door and said one more thing to her, “After this is over, someone will come and pick you up for the divorce procedures.” His voice remained in the air even after he left. Stella felt as if she could still hear the indifference and bone-chilling cruelty in his tone. She relaxed her tightly clenched fists and saw red marks on her palms. Their marriage now seemed like a huge joke and dream, even more so than ever. And only she found it difficult to wake up from it. *** At the office, Guinevere was stunned when she saw the man return. She quickly smiled at the doctor and said, “Thank you, Doctor. I will take note of what you just told me…” Weston came up behind Guinevere and asked, “Is it over?” Guinevere stood up and naturally latched onto his arm. The man frowned discreetly as he stared at the part where their arms linked, but he didn’t say anything. He turned around with annoyance in his eyes. “Let’s go.” Guinevere’s expression darkened slightly, but she kept her smile on. “Okay.” Inside the car, Guinevere seemed excited as she talked about the checkup incessantly. “Weston, the doctor said our baby is very healthy and it’s growing well…” She leaned against his shoulder with a yearning look in her eyes. “I don’t want to know if it’s a boy or girl yet… Do you prefer boys or girls?” Weston supported her shoulder and pushed her away. “Sit properly. We’ll be departing soon.” Guinevere’s eyes twinkled and she asked hesitantly, “Weston, are you in a bad mood?” He had been out of sorts since just now. No, to be precise, he had been out of sorts since he divorced Stella. He was a very reserved man who didn’t like displaying his emotions. However, Guinevere was a woman who possessed extraordinary observation skills that all women had when it came to the man they loved. She pursed her lips. “Weston, are you thinking about Stella?” The man abruptly lifted his head, his gaze tensed up for a moment there. The veins on his temples were throbbing as if he was trying to suppress something. After a while, he forced out the words, “Don’t mention her name.” Guinevere wanted to say more but kept quiet when she saw how solemn he looked. She could only endure her turbulent emotions. “Alright, let’s not mention her anymore. Weston, let’s forget about the past and start over.” Forget about the past and start over… huh? Weston said nothing. He merely closed his eyes as his temples throbbed painfully. His emotions were a mess and too many images were flashing through his mind. But they all stopped at the image of a crying face that was trying to stay strong… Stella. She was pregnant. Weston suddenly reached up to unbutton his collar and loosen up his tie. Perhaps it was due to being in an enclosed space, but he found it hard to breathe for some reason. The child was an accident. It would only mess up their original plan and pace for both him and Stella. But it seemed like she really wanted to keep the baby… Weston’s eyelids felt heavy and he massaged the point between his eyebrows. *** Golden Eve Apartment was located in a wealthy neighborhood far away from the city and was exceptionally quiet. The top two floors were where Weston frequently stayed. As he was constantly busy with work and frequently traveled abroad, he was here most of the time aside from being at the Ford family mansion and Stardust Mansion where Stella stayed. Before they got out of the car, after much consideration, Guinevere decided to give up on holding herself back. “Weston, I’ve never been to your apartment before… We’ll be getting married soon, so can I go and take a look?” Weston did notice the hint and shyness in her eyes, but he had no intention of complying. “You’re pregnant so the apartment is very inconvenient for you. There are people to take care of you at the family mansion, so I’ll get the driver to send you back.” While it sounded like he was being considerate, Guinevere’s expression immediately fell. She put on a straight face and said, “Alright, I understand.” Weston knew he should say something to comfort her, but he didn’t do anything as he watched her get into the car and leave. As the car drove away, all he could hear after that was the sound of the engine. The streetlights in the area were warm, and Stella’s image suddenly appeared before Weston. He turned around and a familiar steel gate seemed to manifest with Stella standing there, waiting for him to come home. After just an instant, that silhouette disappeared. Weston subconsciously stopped as a feeling of annoyance surfaced in his chest. *** His minimalistic living room only had basic furniture so it was quite spacious and vacant. Weston sat at the bar and took out a bottle of aged red wine given to him by a business partner from the wine cabinet. He propped his elbow on top of the cold counter and poured himself a full glass. Before he started drinking, a gentle and worried voice suddenly rang beside his ear, sounding rather fearful as the voice said, “Are you drinking? But it’s very late now. Drinking too much isn’t good for your health…” Stella always sounded forgiving and flattering whenever she spoke to him. There were also traces of affection that she couldn’t hide no matter how hard she tried. “If you must drink, could I make you some tea to help you sober up?” Weston closed his eyes and swallowed. For a moment there, he didn’t realize it was just an auditory hallucination, so he uttered a word in response, “Sure…” He heard no reply after the longest time. His surroundings were so quiet that it was beginning to feel eerie. He abruptly opened his eyes and Stella was gone. He was alone.

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Weston’s words were still ringing in Stella’s mind even after he had left. He was right. With her current circumstances, she couldn’t afford to raise a child on top of caring for herself and Roger. It was probably her instincts that made her want to keep the child. After learning that there was another life inside her, Stella naturally built up some sort of connection with it. She looked down at her flat stomach, feeling disappointed.  “I’m sorry that we’re not fated to be together,” she said softly. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She looked up and said, “Come in.” In came a young female doctor wearing black-framed glasses. She was tall and slender, and her thin face made her look dispassionate, but she had on a friendly expression. “Are you feeling better?” Stella nodded. This was probably the doctor Weston had mentioned. “Are you here to perform a checkup?” “Yeah.” The doctor went over to the balcony and pulled the curtains open. As the sunlight shone in, Stella closed her eyes out of reflex. The brightly lit room further accentuated how pale she looked. The doctor sat down beside her. “My name is Zeta Taylor. You can just address me by my given name.” Stella nodded. Her obedience baffled Zeta, but then Zeta seemed to have understood why and went on to say, “Mr. Ford might have already told you, but you will be undergoing an abortion procedure later on. It’s a simple process so you don’t have to feel pressured.” Stella clenched her fists so tightly that her fingers were turning white, but she forced herself to nod. “I understand.” The woman watched her with clear eyes that were hiding behind her glasses. She suddenly reached out and patted the back of Stella’s hand. “It’s alright. I know that you find this hard to accept, but technology is advancing really fast nowadays. Who knows, you might still be able to have a child one day…” Her words didn’t comfort Stella. Instead, Stella looked up at her, puzzled. “What do you mean by I might still be able to have a child one day…?” Zeta paused. “Didn’t Mr. Ford tell you that your body isn’t suited for an abortion, and that you might not be able to bear a child after this?” *** Stella felt like she was being shrouded by a shadow. No matter how dazzling the sunlight was outside, her body felt no warmth. Then, the sound of sturdy footsteps pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts. She didn’t have to look up to know who was standing beside her. “You’re here.” Her voice sounded hoarse. She then looked up at Weston. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” When she had called Weston earlier, she heard Guinevere’s sweet voice complaining in the background and suddenly felt humiliated. She didn’t want to keep seeing him either, for fear that others might assume she couldn’t part with him. She only… “The doctor says that I might not be able to bear a child anymore if I get an abortion. Did you know about this?” Perhaps her rage had reached a boiling point, she sounded very calm. “You called me all the way here because of this?” Weston frowned as he casually sat down on the sofa. The sunlight shone in. His features were further accentuated under the shadows. He had such a good-looking face, but the man was so aloof and unapproachable. Stella stared straight at him. “Don’t you think I have the right to know?” “You already know now.” “But that’s because someone else told me! If Dr. Taylor hadn’t mentioned it, I might have already aborted the child…” Her voice was getting louder and finally, angrier. “I might not be able to get pregnant again for the rest of my life.” The man stared at her indifferently. “So?” Stella took a deep breath as her body trembled slightly. She already figured that Weston wouldn’t care, but she didn’t expect him to be so detached. Even a normal person would have feelings for a dog they had been raising… Her eyes suddenly turned red. “Please let me be…” Stella’s voice was shaking as she said, “I’m begging you. I’d already agreed to abort this child, but the doctor says I might not be able to get pregnant anymore… I’m grateful that you’re willing to pay for Roger’s treatment, and I can slowly pay you back in the future…” “Why did you marry me if you didn’t want me to get pregnant? This child might even be the only child I can ever have in this life…” With her current predicament, she didn’t even have the mental capacity to ask Weston why he had involved her in a lovers’ spat between him and another woman. Now that they had reconciled, he wanted her to leave the picture quietly without even telling her the reason and consequence. “Did you get my agreement when you used me as a tool to irritate Guinevere? You’d never even explained things to me…” She shouldn’t have brought this up, because now that she had, she found it incredibly amusing and aggrieving. “You don’t have to assume that I must have this child so I can blackmail you. Don’t worry. Once I get the divorce certification, I’ll stay far away from you and never appear in front of you ever again. I won’t bother you and Guinevere either.” Had she known from the start that Weston was only marrying her for this reason, she wouldn’t have agreed to it. Nor would she have fallen for him because of his careless tenderness and care for her during their daily interactions… Weston looked at her face and gave no response. After a while, he said enigmatically, “Are you crying?” He stared at Stella’s face. What used to be an expressionless face that had been trying hard to contain all emotions after he brought up divorce was finally starting to show something different. She was crying in front of him again, and both her eyes and nose were red. Weston rarely saw Stella cry, aside from certain times, of course. Her crying face was actually quite alluring. Stella sniffled, refusing to meet the man’s eyes. When the nails digging into her palms were threatening to draw blood, the man suddenly stood up and went over to her. He lifted a hand to caress her head. “You’re quite clever, aren’t you?” His low voice sounded from above her. Stella didn’t understand what he meant, so she looked up at him. Tears were sparkling in her reddened eyes, and she looked so stubborn and weak. Weston suddenly leaned down and lifted her chin. His voice deepened as he looked at the tears in the corners of her eyes. “Did you think that your tactic of crying so pitifully will work on me?” Stella kept quiet and stared at him nervously.

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