Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 383

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Chapter 383 Stella knew all her lines by heart, but she decided to go through it one more time. Unsure

about some of acting‘s technical aspects, she searched the internet and watched some videos and

rehearsed her lines again. Only after doing that for a few more times was she finally satisfied.

After a while, she was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door. “Miss Steele,” Joan called.

“Mr. Ford is asking for you.” Stella frowned and looked at the time. To her surprise, two hours had gone

by without her noticing it.. “Okay,” she nodded to Joan before getting up and leaving the study. . “Could

you bring this in with you too?” Joan asked, referring to the tray in her hands that contained freshly–

made lunch for Weston. Stella paused, then took the tray. “Okay, leave it to me. You can go for your

break now.”

“Thank you, Miss Steele.”

Joan was a talented cook. She had made Weston a bowl of light soup, and though it looked plain and

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unassuming, Stella caught a whiff of it and thought it smelled tantalizing. It even made her feel a little

hungry.

She quickly brought the tray to Weston‘s room, knocking on the door and waiting for his answer before

entering.

“Why did you have to knock before entering your own bedroom?” he asked, looking up at her from his

notebook. “I didn’t want to disturb you working,” she replied.

“You think too much,” he said, and his eyes turned back to the screen of his laptop.

She pulled up a tiny desk next to him and placed the bowl of soup on top of it. “Joan just made this for

you,” she told him. “It smells delicious. You should eat it while it‘s still warm.“.

Weston glanced at the bowl. “Did Joan make this? I thought you did.”

Stella said nothing to that. She just placed a spoon in the soup and told him, “Enjoy your meal.”

She then turned around and tried to leave, but Weston grabbed her arm without even looking up.

“Stay and eat with me.”

Stella hesitated for a while, then said, “I‘ll tell Joan to bring in another bowl of soup then.”

“There‘s more than enough for both of us here,” Weston glanced at the soup beside him. “You don‘t eat

much anyway.”

Stella assessed the amount of soup in the bowl. Considering that the bowl was actually filled to the

brim, she sat down on the bed and scooped some of the soup into a smaller bowl that was on the tray.

Seeing this, Weston finally put his work aside and gazed quietly at Stella as she was dividing the soup.

Stella never used to wear makeup. She did now, though she kept it light and natural. Weston thought

she looked best without it. She might look a little plain then, but her shapely brows and bright eyes

stood out more that way. Especially those long eyelashes of hers, which looked like tiny fans that cast

a shadow under her eyes on her exquisitely flawless skin.

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Weston reached his hand out and swept a strand of Stella‘s hair behind her ear.

Stella felt his warm touch and it sent a shock wave throughout her body. But she kept calm and went

on scooping the soup as if nothing happened. Then she handed Weston the bigger bowl and said,

“Here you go.“. Weston neither moved nor said anything. “What‘s wrong?” she asked, puzzled. “Aren‘t

you hungry?”

“Feed me.”

Stella pretended not to hear him and picked up her spoon to try the soup. “Mmm!” she gushed. “Joan‘s

cooking just gets better every day!” The soup was very much to her taste, surprising because although

she wasn‘t a picky eater and would try anything, she still had a discerning taste and was generally hard

to impress.

“It‘s still nowhere nearly as good as your cooking,” Weston stated suddenly, his gaze still fixated on

her, scrutinizing each and every little movement she made.

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