Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 162 

Stella quickly squashed the crazy idea. She couldn’t possibly put Roger in a position where his only living relative was a criminal. 

The clinking and clanking noise arose from the kitchen when Stella started cooking. Weston was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The news was playing on the television, but he wasn’t paying any attention to that. He was more interested in the noise that came from the kitchen. 

Weston realized that he had always taken all these little details for granted in the past. He wondered how many precious moments he’d lost forever. 

Stella did not put as much thought into the cooking as she did in the past, because she no . longer had any interest to please Weston. All she wanted to do now was complete a chore that she was assigned. With that, she made a bowl of very simple chicken noodle soup and brought it out to the table. She noticed that it was looking a little too plain, so she quickly chopped up some scallions and garnished it on the soup. The little green bits on top made it look much more appetizing, though it was still plain to see that not a lot of effort was put into the making of this soup. 

pitch blackness of his pupils was like a stonewall that rendered his thoughts and feelings completely inscrutable. Weston’s black hair was still dripping wet. He tossed a towel onto Stella’s head and sat down on the chair in front

getting cold,” she told him. “There’s no rush,” he replied, glancing at the bowl of soup

hardly believe his audacity, but what could she say? Resigned to her fate, she went to stand behind him and did

their heights, so even as Weston was sitting down while Stella was standing up, he still managed to stir a sense of intimidation inside

head this way and that way without saying anything about it. Not long after, Stella stopped and put

to get the hair dryer. She knew her way in the mansion very well, not just where the rooms were, but down to

whole place in spick -and-span condition. She also loved seeing her little personal touches everywhere around the house. She remembered how happy she used to be here and it broke her heart. Every familiar corner was like a little blade that cut

Stella a long time that evening to serve Weston before he would let her go and start eating When he finally turned his attention to the soup, he stared at the