Chapter 1291

Chapter 1291Chapter 1291
Stella sat on the sofa and listened to the radio station.
Since she could not see, she had gotten hooked on the radio and considered it quite interesting.
Joan suddenly called. “I am very sorry, Mrs. Ford. There is a situation here. I got into an accident and
might come back a little late.”
Stella frowned instantly and sat up. “Are you alright?”
“I am fine. It’s just that the police are here, and I may be delayed. But I have to go back and cook. What
should I do?”
Stella could hear the uneasiness in her voice and said to
her, “It’s alright. Take your time. Don’t rush. Your safety is the most important.”
She continued, “There is still some food in the fridge. I can make a simple meal myself.”
Joan was still a little troubled. “You purposely hire me to care for you, but I keep making mistakes…”
Stella comforted her. “It’s not your fault. It was an accident, and it had nothing to do with you. Just
cooperate with the police. It’s okay.”
After that, Stella hung up the phone and heard the sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the
guestroom.
Then, a tall figure stood beside her. She could sense the man’s finger tapping on the screen before the
familiar mechanical voice entered her ears. [Is Joan not coming home tonight?]
She nodded but later found it odd. “Isn’t she your mother? Why do you call her by her name?”
She felt the man seemed to pause and stiffen a bit.
After a while, he said, [I got used to saying that because of you.]
She nodded. Though she thought it sounded a little far- fetched, she didn’t think much of it.
Then, the man played another electronic voice clip. ” What do you want to eat? There are still some
ingredients in the fridge. I can make something for you.”
She was a bit surprised. “You know how to cook?”
According to Joan’s description of her son, he should be a nerd who did no housework and only cared
about getting
good grades. He should be spoiled and not very good at housework. How could he cook?
[I can make simple dishes,] said the man. [What do you want to eat?]
She was a bit undecided. “I don’t know…”
[Noodles?]
Her eyes lit up. “I like noodles. Can you make them?”
[Yes, but my cooking is not very good. I can barely fill my
stomach.]
“It’ll be fine as long as it can fill mine.” The man sniffed, then turned around and went into the
kitchen.
Stella originally wanted to fumble over to take a look but was worried about causing him trouble, so she
did not
move and sat on the sofa.
Not long after that, the man brought two bowls of
noodles and served them on the table.
Stella stood up and started to feel her way to the table.
The man reached out. He thought of holding her but
withdrew his hands.
He only let Stella feel the edge of the sofa and walked to the table just because she said she could.
The next moment, she accidentally hit the corner of the table and fell to the side.
The man beside her immediately stepped forward and picked her up directly.
The familiar fragrance filled her nose. Stella was stunned for a moment and subconsciously grabbed the
hem of his shirt. It smelled very much like a man she knew very well.
Almost subconsciously, she called out his name.” Weston?”
The man’s body stiffened abruptly. The muscles beneath his shirt were tense to the extreme. He didn’t respond, desperately trying to hold
himself back.