Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 162

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. 

Just as Stella brought the soup out to the table, Weston himself just came out of the shower. He’d changed into more comfortable clothes. The gray t shirt softened his usually intimidating aura significantly, but his dark eyes were still as icy and piercing as always, the 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 of her with his eyes fixed on her face, 

Stella took a deep breath. “The soup is getting cold,” she told him. “There’s no rush,” he replied, glancing at the bowl of soup on the table. “Dry my hair with that towel.” 

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

Weston was a very tall man. There was a huge difference between their heights, so even as Weston was sitting down while Stella was standing up, he still managed to stir a sense of intimidation inside her.