Chapter 161

Stella finally understood what he meant. “You want me to cook for you?” Weston leaned against the glass door frame beside him, not answering Stella’s question. 

“No problem.” Stella nodded. 

Weston’s silence clearly did not faze her. 

to eat?” she asked

got married. Every night, she would lie on their bed, her shiny black hair forming a stark contrast with the white sheets. Now

set his wandering thoughts aside and his eyes darkened. “Surely you know exactly what I like to eat?” he replied.

own parents knew his exact preferences. Growing up, he had always had the best of everything served up to him on a silver plate- the best food ingredients, the best chefs-so no matter what was served up they were all consistently excellent. Weston did not even understand why people had preferences to a certain kind of food because he was so used to being given

was not how Stella saw things. After they got married, she would always ask Weston what his preferences were, what he usually liked to eat or use or do. At the time, Weston thought she was just wasting her time. He completely ignored all the efforts that she made

him after they separated. But strangely enough, even the world’s top chefs could not recreate the taste of the

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