Chapter 387

Thinking on one’s feet and being quick-witted were of utmost importance to remain employed in such a wealthy family. … This time, Stella entered the room without knocking on the door. Weston looked over. “What are you doing?” “Joan is worried that you’ll die from your sickness and asked me to bring you some medicine.” “Did you come over of your own accord or was it because Joan asked for your help?” “What do you think?” Stella’s tone was mild as she sat at the side of his bed and retrieved the right dosage of medication. She handed him a thermometer. “Open your mouth and put this in.” He paused for a moment, keeping silent as he stared at her. Stella couldn’t comprehend what he was thinking. “What are you staring at me for? Measure your temperature.” Weston’s interest was piqued as he stepped back. “How rare. I used to always be the one to command you. Now, it’s your turn.” Stella was stunned for a moment. A while later, she glared at him and flung the thermomet