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. 

would you like to eat?” she asked as she walked

her waist. He remembered how much shorter it was when they first got married. Every night, she would lie on their bed, her shiny black hair forming a stark contrast with the white sheets. Now every time he saw the clashing colors of black and white, it would remind him of Stella in

set his wandering thoughts aside and his eyes darkened. “Surely you know exactly what I like to

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 the

wasting her time. He completely ignored all the efforts that she made with disdain. To him, it meant

 

to get other people to cook for him after they separated. But strangely enough, even the

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