Chapter 965

When she was saying that, she started to smile.

“I always wanted a daughter … I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again.” That was what Weston
saw when he got home. He tossed his jacket aside and walked to Stella, and hugged her from the
back.

“What are you mumbling to yourself?” Stella leaned on his arms without change in her expression.

“Just some random stuff.” She put down the watering can in her hands and turned her head to look at
him.

“Why are you back so early today?”

“I had a meeting just now, and the project matters are basically decided. There is nothing much to do
during this period, so I can stay home with you.”

He kissed her cheek and asked, “What were you talking about just now? Were you badmouthing me,
hmm?” She smiled and took the initiative to wrap her arms around his shoulders and kiss him.

“No, I didn’t say · anything bad about you.”

Weston was naturally happy to see her initiative. The two exchanged a long, breathless kiss in the
backyard. Only when Stella was panting and out of breath did he let her go and touch her little tummy.

“Are you hungry?” “

Not really.” She said honestly, “I am not very hungry. But if there is anything you want to eat, I will make
it for you.”



In Joan’s absence, Stella was the one who cooked most of the time. An exemplary cook on her own,
she used to cook for Weston using whatever method she could to try to please his appetite. Now that
she was basically at the mansion all day, she had more time to devote to him. He knew that their
relationship was a bit toxic now. But he was very satisfied.

“Sure. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Okay.” In the kitchen, she boiled some water and put in some deodorized onion, ginger, and garlic. He
did not eat these, and she had to pick them out later. She knew his preference very well.

He did not like strong flavors and preferred to go mild most of the time. However, it could not be bland.
Simply put, he was very demanding but lazy to care as he often had to socialize when there was a lot
of work in the company. Sometimes, she would cook him soup when he came back smelling of alcohol.
She was really full of him at that time. His every movement was infinitely magnified in her eyes. But she
could no longer find that mood now.

On the balcony , Hayden’s voice was unmistakably clear on the phone.

“Mr. Ford, I told you her condition will only worsen.” Weston’s eyes turned gloomy. Thinking of how
Stella was talking to herself just now, his eyes were dark.

“What will be the consequences?”

“I can’t be sure now. It will depend on how it develops. But one thing I am sure of: if you keep her at
home and she does not have any contact with anyone outside, there will be big trouble later.” He hung
up the phone and looked at the slender figure in the kitchen. His eyes darkened, immersed in
unreadable feelings.



“I cooked some soup, but I don’t know if you like it.” She sat down in front of him and served him a
bowl. He took it, albeit somewhat silently. Stella noticed the changes in his mood but did not say or ask
anything. She knew that if he wanted to tell her anything, he would’ve just said it. After the meal, she
went for a stroll in the backyard like usual.

Weston stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Stella pacing downstairs as if she was
completing a daily mission, and he rubbed his temples in exasperation. She did not seem to have
changed much and looked like a normal person. However, when he thought of the way she was talking
to the air, his eyes darkened, and he walked to the yard.

“ Stella, come here.”


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