Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 438

Chapter 438

Stella cut his face and smiled at him. "Okay, that's enough... Let's stop fooling around... "Thaven't cooked in a while. Try it and tell me if it tastes okay."

Weston (inally put her down. He took her hand and kissed the back of it. Then, he pulled her to the table without a wrond and sat her down.

Stella merched for his soup, but Weston squeezed her wrist.

"Let me do it," he said.

Stella's eyes lit up. She looked at him with a bright smile. "Why are you so nice today?"

"I'm only serving you soup. Is this called being nice to you? You're too easy to please."

Stella smiled, as if the smallest gesture would please her.

Weston's feeling at the moment was indescribable. He had been looking for something to stop feeling lost, but he could not replace it. He seemed to have seen it in Stella before, but he had lost

During this time, he had been trying everything to keep Stella by his side. However, he still felt like something was missing. He finally realized what the missing piece was, but this was already good enough. He tooka sip of the soup and savored the familiar flavor.

He felt like he was drowning in her scent. It slowly filled the void in him. She had always had this power over him. He put down the bowl and suddenly sighed. "Why are you so good at this?" He seemed like he was asking a question to Stella and himself. "Why are you always so good at doing this to me?" She had always stirred him up and put his heart in turmoil before it could return to peace.

Even Joan could tell that Weston was in a good mood today.

He had the same stoic look, but the joy in his eyes was apparent. Joan relaxed a little when she spoke to him, "Mr. Ford, do you require any specific ingredient for dinner tonight?" Weston said, "You can decide." "Okay."

He stood in the doorway as he buttoned his shirt cuff. Then, he suddenly looked at Joan and urged, "Remember to ask her what she likes to eat." Joan nodded and said with a smile, "Of course." She was about to say something when Stella suddenly came running out of the master bedroom. Joan smiled and stepped back.

Weston looked at Stella with an affectionate look. Even he did not notice the look he had.

Stella walked up to him. She stood on her tiptoes and reached out to straighten his collar." Take care."

Weston replied, "Okay." He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. "I've informed the driver that you can go anywhere you want today. If you're going to the set, remember to tell me in advance." Stella froze for a moment. She seemed like she did not expect his sudden generosity.

Weston looked at her dazed look and chuckled softly. "Who do you think I arn to restrict your freedom?" Stella remained silent as she lowered her head and nudged him in his arms. The way she responded was the same as the old Stella. Weston resisted the urge to kiss her again and bade her goodbye. "I'm going to the office."