As the image floated in her thoughts, a wave of nausea washed over her. She covered her mouth and ran outside. After a while, vomiting noises could be heard coming from the toilet. Westonâs eyes darkened, looking at the undisturbed tableware as he stood up. He strode to the washroom and squatted beside her and patted her back gently. Nothing came out of her retching. Her stomach appeared to be intertwined, making her nauseous, and tears streamed down her cheeks from pain.
Seeing her in pain, he said solemnly, âIâll fire Joan.â He believed that the dishes had caused the violent reaction. However, Stella instantly grabbed his wrist and shook her head. âItâs not⦠because of her.
The dishes⦠she makes⦠suit my tasteâ¦â She kept pausing as she spoke. Weston immediately tied her hair behind and handed her a glass of water. After she finished rinsing her mouth, he said to her, âDonât force yourself, and tell me if you feel any discomfort.â She nodded and said, âItâs really not because of Joan. Itâs my own problemâ¦â After she came to her senses, she stood up. He was still standing beside her. âIâm really fine. Donât worry.â She forced a smile at him. His gaze was still fixed on her. Seeing that her hair was sticking on her face, he reached out to help her tidy it. His fingers ran on her face, and she grabbed his hands. âLetâs continue eating.â Weston, having lost all mood, basically stared at her the entire time. Only when he saw that she seemed fine and was eating a lot more than usual that he calmed down.
Joan was waiting on call in the villa. When she heard about Stellaâs reaction, she was a bit nervous.
Later, after she saw Stella eating with delight, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She had been in this business for many years, and unlike the expected qualifications for the service industry, she had actually graduated from a famous school.
Being dissatisfied with her work, she decided to join the industry, studying for many years to obtain a certificate as a qualified nutritionist. She had a strong reputation in the sector and had was in the service of high-ranking officials.
But there werenât many who were as generous as Weston, not to mention that he cared about Stella. She had heard a lot of rumors, but she wasnât even slighty curious. Besides, anything she saw or knew had to be kept strictly confidential. While she was cleaning the table, she even said to Stella, âIf Ms. Steele has any dissatisfaction, please tell me directly, so I can improve my work.â Stella nodded.
She was suddenly envious of Joan when she saw her work.
She, too, wanted to work hard on her job, solely concentrating on improving her skills.
Perhaps the conventional view for women was that they should spend the majority of their energy on their families, their husbands, and children, something that would provide some women with a sense of stability.
But to Stella, only work could make her feel secure.
Weston was able to give her a stable life, but she knew that it was just a cage that would keep her from improving He kept his words and brought her around in the afternoon.
Although she had stayed in Anh City for a while, she never went out. The only places she went to were the training center and coming back home. Her life was simply devoid of any fun.
The one time she had fun, though, was when Yvonne brought her to The Doghouse.