Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 23

Stella said nothing. She closed her mouth and looked straight at the kidnapper. Then, she looked up at the couple holding onto each other and smiled. “Weston, I told you that I would die, and that they never had the intention of letting me live. Why won’t you believe me?” Having said that, before anyone could react, Stella’s expression suddenly changed and she took a step back, swiftly attacking the kidnapper’s eyes.

“Ah!” the kidnapper yelled. He had strengthened his hold on Stella so they were swaying together over at the edge.

“What are you trying to do, you mad woman?!” Stella smirked, looking resolute. “Didn’t you want me to die? Since I’m going to die either way, let’s die together!”

“What are you doing? Stop!”

“Stop? Have you ever given me a chance to live? Rather than being taken away by you guys and tortured and humiliated to death, I’d rather take you down with me here!” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

The kidnappers had never thought she would be this insane to want to perish together. “Don’t be rash! You…” “Ahh!!”

A man’s scream resonated in the sky. Under everyone’s shocked gazes, Stella grabbed the man and pulled him with her as she leaned back…

Before the crowd could react, they saw the woman standing by the railing fall backward!

The wind swept up the hems of her clothes, and her expression went from fear to despair. Finally, she closed her eyes… The beautiful smile on her lips seemed to be mocking everyone. The weightlessness

of the fall overwhelmed her as if a tide was drowning her. Stella spared one last glance at the man she used to love. There was no more longing in her eyes, only endless mockery and indifference.

‘Are you happy now?

‘My child and I will never be an obstacle to you ever again. Are you satisfied now?’

Stella kept smiling, but she had no more tears left to cry.

Weston had never seen Stella look so despaired and resolute before. For a moment there, a wave of panic swept over him.

His body stiffened, and even his limbs were shaking.He abruptly pushed away the woman in his arms and darted to the edge of the rooftop reflexively…

“Stella!”

“Stella…”

He couldn’t say anything else except call out her name, over and over again. “Stella…”

The feelings he had tried so hard to suppress finally burst out of its cage. He couldn’t retract or hide them anymore.

The corners of his eyes turned red and he knelt beside the railing where she had just fallen. Even his voice was trembling. Panic, regret, shock… Such feelings poured out and the impact increased by a thousandfold, threatening to shatter him…

“Stella!” That hysterical scream and look of extreme fear should never have emerged from someone like Weston.

Even Guinevere was shocked. She had never seen Weston so out of control.

Stella had never seen it before either.

But it was a pity that she didn’t care anymore.

‘Weston… I wish I’d never met you.You must live on. I wish you and Guinevere will grow old together and be together always.I don’t want to meet either of you even in Hell. I never want to see you again in this life, or the next.’