Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 22

There was silence.

Then, Stella suddenly laughed.

She laughed maniacally but with tears in her bloodshot eyes. “She’s scared of heights, but I’ll die…”

Weston frowned and turned away without looking at her anymore.

It felt as if a huge rock was weighing down on his chest. He had never felt such heavy emotions before. He said hoarsely, “They just want money. You’ll be fine.” He was sure that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

“What if their intention is to kill me?” Stella’s eyes were empty as she looked at him.

“Weston… I’m still pregnant. Do you know that the choice you’re making is one that will kill me?”

The man paused before gritting his teeth to say, “No. I’ll definitely save you, just not now.”

Having said that, he repeated, “Trust me, Stella. I won’t let you die.”

Stella said nothing. She didn’t respond either. Her gaze gradually looked lifeless as she laughed dejectedly. At the edges of the roof, the kidnappers exchanged glances and nodded at each other. One of them pushed Guinevere forward. “She’s all yours!”

Weston hurried forward to catch her, and Guinevere hugged him, burying her face in his chest. “Weston…”

Weston didn’t check on her immediately but pushed her away instead, holding her by her shoulders so she could stand firm. He subconsciously turned to Stella, but the woman in his arms whimpered.

“Weston… My stomach hurts…”

His eyes darkened, but he stiffly lifted his hand to hug her back. There was a look of struggle in his eyes. Stella stared at his heartless back profile with a smile on her lips.

“Mr. Ford…” she called out to him, her voice scattering in the wind. The wind on the rooftop was strong and the helicopter was making a lot of deafening noise. The couple was holding each other affectionately while Stella could only watch in despair. However, she was still smiling with tears streaming down her face, and she looked enticing that way. Stella had a pretty face, but she was used to doing without makeup and being plain. Now that the corners of her eyes were reddish, she gave off the vibe of a shattering beauty.

The kidnapper behind her couldn’t resist swallowing hard when he saw this. He teased in a voice that only the both of them could hear, saying, “Ms. Cohen said that we can do anything to you as long as you don’t come back alive… If you serve us brothers well later, we’ll give you a quick end. How about it?”.

Having said that, he thrust forward maliciously.

“We have tons of methods to make you want to beg for mercy… Why don’t you consider it?”

Stella felt goosebumps and the urge to throw up from disgust. Her fists were tightly clenched and her chest heaved up and down violently, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak for a moment there as she felt desolated. She knew what would happen to her if she fell into the hands of these people…She had never expected these criminals to have any conscience in them.

As her body trembled, her gaze went from initial despair to a hint of savageness. Why… Why must she let others kill her? Why was it that, even until the end, she had to struggle in the hands of others even in death? Why could these sinful people control her fate and do as they pleased with her… Why?

Stella took a deep breath before abruptly bursting out in laughter. “Ha… Haha…” She raised her head to look up into the sky. Her eyes were completely bloodshot now. The kidnapper behind her suddenly felt uneasy. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why are you laughing?”