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.

she asked as

away. Her long hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching 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

his eyes darkened. “Surely you know exactly what I like to eat?”

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

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 with disdain. To him, it meant nothing at all whether or not Stella was good at cooking.

But strangely enough, even the world’s top chefs could

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