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.

like to eat?” she asked as she walked into

their bed, her shiny black hair forming a stark contrast with the white sheets. Now every time he saw the clashing colors of

thoughts aside and his eyes darkened. “Surely

matter what was served up they were

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 with disdain. To him, it meant nothing at all whether or

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

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