Chapter 210

As the image floated in her thoughts, a wave of nausea washed over her. She covered her mouth and ran outside. After a while, vomiting noises could be heard coming from the toilet. Weston’s eyes darkened, looking at the undisturbed tableware as he stood up. He strode to the washroom and squatted beside her and patted her back gently. Nothing came out of her retching. Her stomach appeared to be intertwined, making her nauseous, and tears streamed down her cheeks from pain. Seeing her in pain, he said solemnly, “I’ll fire Joan.” He believed that the dishes had caused the violent reaction. However, Stella instantly grabbed his wrist and shook her head. “It’s not… because of her. The dishes… she makes… suit my taste…” She kept pausing as she spoke. Weston immediately tied her hair behind and handed her a glass of water. After she finished rinsing her mouth, he said to her, “Don't force yourself, and tell me if you feel any discomfort.” She nodded and said, “It’s really not becaus