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. “What would you like to eat?” she asked as she walked into the kitchen. Weston gazed at Stella as she walked 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 saw the clashing colors of black and white, it would remind him of Stella in bed and he would lose control of himself for a moment. Weston set his wandering thoughts aside and his eyes darkened. “Surely you know exactly what I like to eat?” he replied. In fact, not even his own parents knew his exact preferences. Growing up, he had always had the best of everything served up to