Seeing that Weston was gone, Stella closed the door and met Rogerâs judgemental eyes as soon as she turned her head around.
âWhatâs the deal with you and him now?â
Stella shrugged and said indifferently. âItâs like what you saw⦠Weâre just taking care of our needs.â
Roger gritted his teeth. âNeeds?â
He didnât know when she had become so candid.
Both Stella and Roger were unaware that Weston had overheard their conversation through the closed door behind them.
Weston laughed at himself self-deprecatingly. It turned out that he was just a tool in Stellaâs eyes. He was just there to satisfy her physical needs. Should he be happy or sad about it?
Fortunately, he could at least have a reason to stay by her side. Sadly, it seemed like it would be hard for her to have the same feelings for him.
The next morning, Roger woke up early because of the annoying ringing of the doorbell. He went to answer the door in his pajamas and messy bed hair, and when he opened it, he saw the face he hated in the doorway.
Roger put down his hand and looked at Weston helplessly. Most of his anger faded, leaving him speechless. âBro, do you know what time it is?â
Weston gave him an indifferent look. He did not answer him and came in directly.â Theyâre not up yet, are they?â
âElias and Emma are still sleeping. Sis isnât up yet. Why?â
âIâll make them breakfast.â
Roger froze for a moment. He watched as Weston headed in and thought he had heard wrong. âMake breakfast?â
Could a man like Weston even make breakfast?
Before Roger could react, he watched Weston heading straight to the kitchen with several bags of groceries in his hands and a fish bouncing around in the bag.
Roger felt a little curious and followed Weston to the kitchen. He watched him skillfully prepare the fish and boil it. He was so skillful and comparable to a five-star chef.
Soon, Roger felt hungry. He leaned against the door and teased Weston saying, âI didnât think the almighty Mr. Ford would become a family man someday.â
Weston did not even look at him. He carefully put the ingredients into the pot. When the water boiled, he covered the pot with a lid.
âIf you have that time, help arrange the table. Donât just sit here and do nothing.â
Roger stood in the doorway, stunned by Westonâs sudden lecture. Why did Weston sound like he was speaking to his own brother-in-law?
Roger froze for a long moment. After that, he grunted and returned to his room without saying anything.
He would never listen to Weston or arrange the table for him.
It was the weekend and still early in the morning. Stella and the two kids would probably wake up late.
Roger was not going to listen to him.
A pleasant scent woke Stella up. She usually slept in during the weekend, but the insatiable aroma and a grumbling stomach woke her up.
Stella got up and went to Emma and Eliasâ room. After giving both a kiss, the two little ones finally got up.