Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

Stella finally understood what he meant. “You want me to cook for you?” Weston leaned against the glass door frame beside him, not answering Stella’s question. 

“No problem.” Stella nodded. 

Weston’s silence clearly did not faze her. 

“What would you like to eat?” she asked as she walked into the kitchen. 

Weston gazed at Stella as she walked away. Her long hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching her waist. He remembered how much shorter it was when they first got married. Every night, she would lie on their bed, her shiny black hair forming a stark contrast with the white sheets. Now every time he saw the clashing colors of black and white, it would remind him of Stella in bed and he would lose control of himself for a moment. 

Weston set his wandering thoughts aside and his eyes darkened. “Surely you know exactly what I like to eat?” he replied. 

She found it incredibly ironic that Weston suddenly showed interest in her cooking now, when she had neither her past enthusiasm nor even a slight interest to please him. She snorted at the thought as she nonchalantly grabbed a few simple ingredients from the fridge and tossed them in the sink 

She knew her way around the kitchen very well. It was a familiar place for her. No matter how hard she tried to forget her bitter past, she still ended up here, where she used to be 

Stella glanced at the glinting edge of the knife on the cutting board. For a brief moment, a most vicious thought flashed across her mind…