Chapter 209

Weston looked up and noticed that Stella had fallen asleep. She held the tablet in front of her face, but
it was slipping and on the edge of hitting her face. Seeing this, he quickly walked forward and caught
the tablet. Stella was deep in slumber that she didn’t even notice him being so close. This was the first
time ever since they reunited that she was sleeping with her guard down. His eyes softened as he
gazed at her and turned off the tablet before squatting in front of her. Just as he reached out to touch
her, she jolted awake and opened her eyes to look at him. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, asking. “What
time is it?” She let out a yawn. Weston stood up. “It’s noon. Are you hungry?” “I’m alright.”

“You need to eat a little bit even if you’re not hungry. You must develop the habit of eating on

time.”

Stella didn’t say a word and he carried her straight into the dining hall. He didn’t know when it started
but he seemed to enjoy carrying her around and not letting her fall. When they arrived in the living
room, they saw a maid coming from the dining hall. Neatly dressed, she gestured respectfully when
she saw them coming, “Sir, Ma’am, the meal is ready.”

Stella didn’t know there was an outsider there. Although the maid didn’t show any weird expression,
Stella was in his arms. “Let go of me!” Stella exclaimed in panic suddenly. Weston glanced at her and
without a word, carried her to the dining table and sat her down. This embarrassed her a little and she
subconsciously turned to look at the maid. The maid, however, acted as if nothing had happened. She
was probably well-trained, considering how professional she behaved and looked at them with no weird
expressions.



Once they were both seated, she began serving the dishes.



Weston explained to Stella, “From now on Joan will take care of your meals. If you have any requests,
you can tell her.”

Stella gave it some thought and couldn’t help but say, “Let me walk on my own next time.”

She felt like a disabled person letting him carry her around, especially when there was the presence of
an outsider. However, Weston continued on, as if he didn’t hear what she said. “I’ve told Joan about
your taste. Try and see if you like it.” Only then did she glance at the table full of dishes, and she could
tell that a lot of effort had been put into them. It was a table of home-cooked dishes, and although some
did look a little bland, they were all her favorite.

She didn’t dare to eat them, but under his gaze, she forced herself to eat a bite of chopped pepper fish
head. It was spicy but tasty.

She swallowed it and waited for the burning sensation to emerge in her stomach, but it never came.

It was strange. The dish was flavourful, but after eating it she didn’t feel the heat. Instead, it was
benign. She didn’t feel the least uncomfortable.

She was truly shocked by this. Weston’s lips curled into a smile. Judging from her reaction, he knew
that she was feeling fine.

Hiring Joan wasn’t a waste of money after all. “Eat more if you like it.” He put some more dishes on her
plate. She was a little dazed, but then she suddenly remembered the scene where he was cutting steak
for Guinevere.


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