Chapter 625

Weston sat beside her and said in a low voice, “I’ve gotten someone to send Zachary back.”

“Oh,” Stella answered, her voice somewhat muffled.

“It’s getting late. Get yourself something to eat?” Weston’s indifferent tone made it sound like sending
Zachary away was just a trivial matter.

Stella suddenly pulled the covers down and looked at him in confusion. “Weston, for someone like you,
is a child a mere tool and heir for its family?”

Believing that Weston loved Guinevere very much, she never expected that he would cheat on
Guinevere by staying with her without Guinevere’s knowledge.

She thought Weston valued his child with Guinevere, but from how they interacted, it seemed he didn’t
really care about the child. In fact, he seemed a little unfamiliar with the way he hugged the baby.

Weston frowned. “What kind of answer do you want from me?”

“I just want to hear the truth.”

“The truth is, he’s not my child.” Weston suddenly stood

up and looked at her. “So I don’t understand that feeling.”

Weston had told her that many times, but Stella never took it seriously. She looked at the man’s eyes in
silence. There was nothing but calmness inside.

Stella suddenly laughed and shook her head. “You’re a really bad liar.”



Apparently, he was attempting to so blatantly and casually deceive her.

Weston knew Stella wouldn’t believe a single thing he said. Thus, he stroked her hair and urged, “Get
up and eat something. You have a bad stomach. You have to eat breakfast.”

Stella paused for a while before nodding. “You go out first. I’ll be there.”

Weston did not say anything. He got up and went out, giving her some time alone.

Stella quickly recomposed herself. When she walked out of the room, she seemed normal again.
Suddenly, she felt that her acting had improved. Noticing the strange behavior, Joan became a little
cautious around her. “Miss Ella, you’re up? What would you like for breakfast?”

She knew the child earlier was not Stella’s child and that the tension between Stella and Weston was
rising. Fearing she might say something wrong, she decided to be extra careful.

Stella behaved like usual and acted as though the earlier incident had never happened. “Let’s go with
the usual.”

“Yes, miss.”

Joan was about to leave when Stella recalled something and asked, “By the way, Joan, can you make
garlic noodles?”

“What?” Joan stopped in her tracks and thought she had misheard Stella.

“My colleague took me to eat garlic noodles yesterday. I think it’s pretty good,” Stella explained.

“Um…”



Joan knew how to cook it, but Weston had given her special instructions to pay attention to Ella’s diet.
She had to help improve her appetite but also ensure the meal didn’t lack nutrition.

It was okay to eat garlic noodles, but it was not a nutritious meal.

Joan felt troubled and turned to Weston for help.

Weston remained expressionless. He poured a glass of milk for Stella and said, “Didn’t you have it
yesterday?”

Stella mixed the salad beside him. “I had it yesterday, but can’t I eat it again today? Besides, it’s quite
tasty. I haven’t eaten so much in a long time…”

Hearing this, Weston put down the toast in his hand and glanced at her. “With your current condition,
you shouldn’t be so willful when it comes to food.”

“How am I willful?” Stella lost her appetite immediately.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Joan hurriedly calmed them down. “It’s okay. I can make it
less pungent. It’s okay to eat a little.”

Weston and Stella just had an unpleasant altercation over Zachary’s matter. He wanted to avoid
another conflict with her if he could.

“Only once a week,” he conceded.


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