Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1374

The dimly lit room was almost pitch–black. None of the lights were turned on, but it was still faintly illuminated by the silvery moonlight that seeped in through the windows, enabling its occupants to make out the furnishings in the room.

The furnishings here were very simple, even a bit crude, hardly befitting the richest man in Ahn City.

But this was nowhere near the most shocking thing here for Yvonne.

She had no idea what those heavy chains were doing there on the ground… There were dry crusty blood stains on the chains that looked thick and heavy and incredibly frightening. Under the dim moonlight, they looked like huge snakes slithering in the dark room, making the place look cold and savage.

But even the chains were still not the most frightening thing here for Yvonne because nothing shocked her more than the sight of the enormous cage in the center of the room–a cage large enough to enclose an adult man inside.

And Weston sat right there. The door of the cage was open, and his long legs spilled out of it. His pants were riddled with holes, and there were visible blood stains on them that had already dried up and stuck to his pants.

The man himself hung his head low as he sat in the cage. His short unkempt black hair made him look positively villainous.

The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, and the sleeves were rolled up, exposing his arms which were lined with bulging blue veins. He rested his arms casually on his bent knees. The shadow below his hanging fingertips showed signs of fresh drops of blood.

Yvonne’s face turned pale the longer she watched him. She stepped backward, then bumped into her husband’s chest. She turned around, only for Lucas to cover her eyes with his hand.

“Look away if you’re scared,” he whispered.

She leaned against his chest, trembling a little as she asked him, “…How did he end up like that?”

“He promised Stella that she won’t see him again,” Lucas explained, “but he had no way to restrain himself from going to her. He knew that if he didn’t chain himself up like this, he would not be able to stop himself from finding her.”

“I’ve always known that he’s a bit crazy,” said Yvonne, finding it hard to believe what she just heard and saw, “but I had no idea that he would be this mad…”

She pressed her hands on her chest to steady her breathing, then added, “How could he even think of locking himself up in a cage?”

Lucas shook his head. He pressed her head hard against his chest to prevent her from seeing the bloody scene again.

Weston just sat there silently while the blood dripped down his fingers. The bodyguards stood around him, alert and ready to take action should he suddenly try to rush out again.

In the past, Weston had forced Stella to go through with their wedding, which everyone called the Caged Wedding. But now, the person who was caged was not her but him. This change signified that the tables had turned and that their positions had reversed.

Lucas slowly walked up to him and peered down at him.

“Is this all worth it?” he asked.

“I made a promise to her,” Weston replied in a low voice without even looking up at Lucas. “I told her that she’d never see me again, so I have to keep my word.”

“But right now, you’ve been living like a zombie. You might as well be dead! Are you sure this is what Stella wants to see?”

Weston shook his head. He stared vacantly at the empty floor as blood continued to drip down his fingertips.

“But you said it yourself,” he replied in a hollow voice, “she’s happier without me by her side.”

These days, the only thing that kept Weston alive was all the news he received about Stella from time to time. He had hired someone to take pictures of her secretly and tell him how she was doing.

It seemed that without him, her life had gotten much better now. She lived her life happily every day, and although she did seem as if she was not used to his absence at first, she quickly adapted and moved on after only about a week.

There were various photos hanging on the cage. Weston picked one up at random and gazed at it. It was a photo of Stella getting off from work. She was wearing a white dress which made her look pure and beautiful. The years that went by had done nothing to her appearance except to endow her with a more mature charm.

Weston caressed the photo gently with his fingers. His expressions softened and warmed up considerably. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Even after only briefly looking at her photo, he could hardly contain the urge to look for her and hug her tightly.