Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 32:.

When Stella went out to eat, she saw Adrian sitting at the dining room table, eating vegetables and chapati, which he hated the most. Yet there he was, eating them as if he enjoyed every bite.

An adult and a child were sitting together, sharing a simple meal of vegetables, chapati, some fruit and salad. What surprised Stella was to see how they were feeding each other. From their backs, it looked like they had known each other for a long time.

Stella looked at them dumbfounded. What had happened to them? She had only slept one night; when had they become so close? Had she missed something? It was a surprise to her.

“Honey, don’t just stand there. Come quickly and eat. The food is getting cold,” Adrian said looking at Stella. He added with a smile, “Mr. Davis has made gajar ka halwa. I’ve tasted it and it’s delicious.

“Mr. Davis is amazing. He can cook very well. Did he cook it himself?” Stella wasn’t particularly surprised to hear that Tristan could cook. When she first moved in with him in the Richard family, he often cooked for her.

She always thought he could make anything as long as she liked it. As long as there was something Stella liked or said she knew well, he would go out and learn to make it for her.

His hands, skilled with a scalpel, could also create appetizing dishes. It struck Stella that his habits were unusual for someone in his profession. She walked over and sat down next to Adrian, beginning to eat quietly.

Adrian looked at her and said, “My dear, great-grandmother always said you should find a man who could cook and take care of the house. I think Mr. Davis could do both.”

“What, why are you telling him that, are you trying to play matchmaker?” Adrian, still chewing, didn’t notice her stare. “He’s talking nonsense. It’s not good manners to talk while eating…. Eat your food.”

Adrian, in high spirits after receiving his reward from Tristan, didn’t want to argue with his Darling. He turned to Tristan with a smile and offered, “Mr. Davis, eat this apple. It’s good for your health.”

Tristan’s heart softened at the sight of Adrian’s small, chubby hands holding out the apple. He took the apple from him, lowered his head and began to eat.

Stella looked at them and was speechless. Were they trying to ignore her?

After breakfast, Stella picked up the dishes and headed to the kitchen to wash them, with Tristan following close behind.

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Now, without Adrian, the kitchen seemed suddenly small, and an uneasy tension filled the air. “Stella… Adrian is your son?” Tristan stood behind her. He had learned it the night before, but now, standing there with her, he couldn’t help but ask again.

Stella had her back to him as she washed the dishes. His response was soft, almost a whisper. “Hmm.” Then she added, “Brother Tristan, I hope you’re not wasting your time.”

only was she divorced, but she also had a son. They were not right for each other. What’s more, with their identities, they were

“Stella, I don’t care that you have a son.” He

“I’ve already told you. I don’t care about your past. What I care about is that you’re not someone else’s girlfriend. Now you’re not… I don’t care about anything else.” If he cared about her past, he would have let her go a

her head. Sometimes a woman’s heart was just like that;

many times before. Whenever she screwed up or upset him, he would say,

her college entrance exam. He didn’t care if she had a

the same. Maybe his “I

didn’t care that she had been married before or that she was divorced. He didn’t care if she had

afraid to turn around. She feared that, if she looked into his eyes, she would

just wanted to find a trustworthy man to settle down with. There were too many

I’ll do my best to work on my shortcomings until we’re right for each

his side and looked into her eyes. He looked at her and said, “Stella, if you can’t accept me so quickly, then please don’t reject me so soon. Because I

she had just wanted to tell him not to waste his time, but now it seemed to her that she was

to accept me, but please don’t make it harder for me.” With that, he turned to leave, his eyes full of loneliness and

remained in the kitchen, engrossed, when she heard a

him come out of the kitchen. Adrian looked at Tristan

with you later,” Tristan replied, tousling Adrian’s

don’t

the conversation on

was because Adrian had never received love from his father, so

ached for her son. She decided to look for a trustworthy man to settle down with, for Adrian’s

to the

hadn’t seen much of her grandmother, so now that she was back, she had made it a point to visit her. After David, her grandmother was

eating fruit. As soon as she saw Stella, she peeled an apple and said, “Stella, come eat. It’s the fruit Rene brought yesterday to visit. It’s very tasty.” Stella had also brought

her own basket on the table and took the basket of fruit that RK had bought, saying, “Grandma, don’t eat the fruit

mine. I’ll feel better if you

are you talking about?” Grace looked disgruntled. “Why can’t I eat the fruit he bought, is it poisonous? I’ve always

grandmother and didn’t know what to answer. She felt that her grandmother really liked RK. What kind

could he think he was a

and said, “Stella, I know you’re worried about me. You think Rene is not a good man, don’t