Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384 “Don‘t be ridiculous,” Stella replied, her expressions unchanged. “Joan‘s a professional. Of course her cooking is better than mine!” Weston could sense that she didn‘t want to talk about this any further, so he said, “I‘m glad you like Joan‘s cooking.” “Oh, yeah!” she echoed, not hesitating to heap praise upon Joan. “She really is an incredible cook!” 

Stella had always loved piquant and savory food, but her stomach would start to churn if she ate too much spicy food. She typically avoided it if she could, especially now after her miscarriage, where she had basically lost all interest in food and ate just to stay alive. 

Seeing that Stella was happily enjoying the soup, Weston gently caressed her cheek with his fingers and teased; “Hey, I‘m the patient here. Shouldn‘t you be feeding me?” 

“There aren‘t any rules about patients needing to be fed!” she disputed. “You only have a cold! Your hands are perfectly fine! Feed yourself!” It was clear that Stella had no desire to feed him, but Weston did not falter. “You mean you‘d feed me if I hurt my hands, right?” 

Stella‘s eyes darted towards Weston and she stared at him in horror as though terrified that he would really do something so ridiculous. After hesitating for a while, she put down the spoon and bowl in her hands and picked up the other bowl. She stirred the soup and scooped up pieces of meat and brought it near Weston‘s mouth. 

“I believe it‘s not too hot anymore,” she said. “Go on.” “How do you know it‘s not too hot when you didn‘t even blow it?” 

Stella was speechless. 

“Eat up,” he told her. “What?” she frowned. “My hands are fine! I don‘t need you to feed me!” “Stop complaining!” Weston snapped. “I‘ve already scooped some for you, so just eat it.” Stella stared at him, speechless. When did Weston become so childish? Did he really want them to feed each other? What exactly was he thinking? But he stubbornly held the spoon next to her mouth with a look in his eyes that said he would never give up until she gave in. 

So Stella had no choice but to just open her mouth and eat the soup. 

At that moment she saw a playful twinkle in Weston‘s eyes. It stunned her. She had never seen him this lighthearted before. In fact, she also sensed that there was an inscrutable change in their relationship. But Stella did not wish for this change to happen. “I‘m full,” she announced, suddenly putting the bowl down and standing up. “Get Joan te clear these bowls out once you‘re done. I‘m a little busy right now and I must go.” She then rushed out of the door right after speaking. Weston‘s eyes followed her as she left. The glimmer in his eyes dimmed.