Chapter 792 He rubbed the tip of her nose and asked gently, âItâs very late... Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?â
She nodded.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, âI want Joanâs soup.â
Westonâs movements paused as he touched her forehead, seemingly moved.
After a while, he chuckled lightly. âOkay, Iâll let her bring it to you.â
Stella lay on his arms obediently. âHow long did I sleep this time?â
âA long time.â He lowered his head to kiss her hair. âBut itâs okay because I will wait for you to wake up.â
When she buried her face in his arms, Stellaâs expression changed.
If she hadnât heard the conversation between him and Ben just now at the door, she would have been moved by his words and believed that he genuinely liked her.
But she heard everything and knew that the manâs words were not believable.
He would always favor Guinevere.
Stella shut her eyes and restrained her emotions. Weston felt her rare tenderness and enjoyed the silence of this moment.
Joan quickly brought the food over. She felt a little distressed seeing the paleâ
faced Stella lying on the hospital bed. âMs. Ella, whatâs wrong with you?â
Just a while ago, she wasnât this thin, but after not seeing her for a few days, Stella seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
As the fact of her kidnapping hadnât been disclosed, Joan wouldnât know what happened to her in the past two days. She just thought she w as sick, so she was hospitalized.
Stella couldnât help but think of the conversation she had heard between Weston and Ben.
That man was reluctant to make Guinevere pay the price, so naturally, he wouldnât tell anyone that she was a kidnapper and murderer.
She lowered her eyes, restrained her expression, and replied in a low voice, âItâs too late to be bothering you...â
âWhat are you even saying, miss? If you want to eat, just tell me. After all, thatâs why Iâm here.â
Theyâd been living for quite some time, so a bond had formed between them.
She wouldnât treat Joan like a servant but as a part of her own family, especially since Stella was very easy to get along with Joan could feel Stellaâs respect for her, and she naturally paid more attention to her.
âI donât even know why you guys moved out suddenly. You live in that apartment, and thereâs no one around to care for you... Iâm worried I havenât cared for you well.â
âNonsense!â Stella comforted her. âItâs just that.â¦â
She paused before looking in Westonâs direction and smiled with some embarrassment. âWe wanted to have our personal space. It has nothing to do with you.â
Hearing this, Joan immediately understood what she meant. âYes. Of course, I understand.â
Weston was looking at his documents, and when Stella said this, he shot her a glance.
She shifted her eyes as if a little shy when they met gazes.
Sure enough, even if she couldnât see Westonâs expression, she could feel his mood shift.
He was happy.
âJoan, please stop...â Stella pleaded in embarrassment.
âFine. I wonât. Ms. Ella, youâre shy, arenât you!â As she spoke, she teased , âPerhaps I shall soon call you The minute her words ended, there was an awkward silence. Stella was quiet.
The mood in the room shifted.
Her words had hit a critical point between the two: their marriage.