Chapter 801

Weston swept Stella‘s hair away from her face and kissed her again.

“Weston...” Stella grumbled in a muffled voice. “Not here

Pretty sure what he was about to do, she wanted to stop him.

Weston stood up and peered down at her.

“Call me something else,” he demanded.

“What do you want me to call you?” Stella blinked at him in confusion.

“Take a guess.”

“...Mr. Ford?”

Weston leaned down and pinched her chin, causing her to yelp in pain.

“...darling?” She took another guess.

“Better,” Weston replied, though he still looked unsatisfied.

He picked her up from the chair and seated
her on his lap. He clasped a hand behind her head and held her close so their foreheads touched.

“Try again,” he coaxed.

Stella’s eyes flashed. She thought
of how he put a diamond ring on her finger without her knowledge last night and had an idea.



“...hubby?” she murmured breathily.

As soon as she spoke,
her lips were covered by his. He explored her hungrily with his tongue, almost as if he was about to sw
allow her whole.

Weston pinned her down onto his office table. He interlaced his
fingers between hers and gripped her tight. Then, he pulled her hand towards his lips and kissed the rin
g.

“Do you like it?” he asked. His lips had now wandered to her neck.

“Yes…” she answered with some difficulty as his breath against her neck tickled her. “I... like it...”

“I can‘t believe that you still
remember this ring,” she added, her words punctuated by a few pauses. “You little liar,” Weston taunted
her. He lifted her chin so she would have to look at him in his eyes. “You knew
all along that I bought this ring, didn‘t you? You‘ve just been pretending not to notice it.”

Stella looked away and grumbled, “You should be the one to take the initiative in these
kinds of things anyway...”

“Surely you must know my real intentions by now,” he said, squeezing her fingers. “Hmm?”



“I don‘t know anything about that,” she denied, turning defiantly away from him.

“Then you must be an idiot,” he sneered. He took her hands, raised them up to his
lips, and planted little kisses on them. “If you can‘t figure out such an obvious thing, then what am I
ever going to do with you, hmm?”



“If you‘re not even willing to spell it out clearly,” she argued, “then how can I be sure about your
intentions?”

Weston fell silent. He leaned down, and as their foreheads touched, he pinched the tip of her nose.

“I thought the surprise that you would give me today was an answer to my question last night.”

Stella had slept very soundly last night. When Weston asked her to marry him, he could only see her e
yelids tremble slightly before falling back to sleep again. Nevertheless , he was sure that she had heard
him. She simply didn‘t want to give him an answer yet.

His large hands moved up till they rested on her shoulders. “Think about it and then give me an answer.

He then went down on her hard, exerting on her a violent kiss that she could not escape from.

Sensing his rising passion, Stella began to panic. “Stop!

We are at the office!” she shouted.

“My office,” he corrected her. “No one comes in here without my permission.”

“But you just had a meeting just now! What if someone comes in to
give you a report?” Weston grabbed her hands and held them firmly behind her back.

“They‘re all my employees anyway. They wouldn‘t dare say anything about it.”

“But I don‘t want anyone to see me in this state...”

“Oh? Is the future Mrs. Ford worried about her image already?”

Stella blushed fiercely.



“I haven‘t agreed to marry you yet.”

Weston‘s heart sank. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body close so she would lea
if not me, hmm?”


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