Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1047

Chapter 1047Chapter 1047 “No,” Stella shook her head. “I just had no appetite…”
“I did promise not to force you to eat anything,” Weston cut
her off. “But that was only if it doesn‘t affect your health.”
He glanced at the shimmering light on the horizon. It was already sunrise, and rays of sunlight had crept i
nto the room through the curtains.
“You should go eat something,” he added, kissing her on the forehead.
Stella
frowned. She truly had no appetite at all, but she also knew that there was no arguing with Weston, so sh
e kept quiet and said nothing.
Joan was already asleep
by then. Weston had no intention to disturb her either, so he put Stella down on the sofa and went into th
e kitchen himself.
Stella did not have a good sleep at all, basically having tossed and
turned all night. Even so, she probably wouldn‘t be able to fall asleep now if she tried.
Weston knew this too, so he allowed her to watch TV, hoping to kill time and relieve her boredom.
Stardust Mansion was much quieter early in the morning than it was at night.
Stella could hear the faint noises coming from the kitchen. She got up from the sofa and walked into the
kitchen. She gazed at Weston wliose back was facing her.
He heard her coming but did not turn around.
“What‘s wrong?” he asked. Stella said nothing, leaned against the door and continued looking at him.As he did not hear her reply, he put down the knife in his hand, placed the cut tomatoes in the bowl and s
et it aside, and covered the pot with the lid before turning around to look at her.
“Are you feeling unwell?” he asked.
She shook her head and stood up straight. Weston pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, asking h
er, “Are you getting hungry?”
Stella shook her head once again.
He knew that she was not in the mood to talk, so he just kissed her hair and quietly held her in his arms.
After a while, the silence was broken by the bubbling sound of water that was starting to
boil. “The food‘s almost
ready,” he told her. “Why don‘t you go sit down and wait for me outside?” Only then did Stella raise her h
ead to look into his eyes
before turning around to go back into the living room.
Soon afterward, Weston emerged from the kitchen
with two bowls of noodle soup in his hand. A mild, savory aroma permeated the entire living room. Even t
hough Stella said she had no appetite, the smell was so tantalizing that her stomach suddenly growled
Rumble… Rumble…
Weston chuckled softly as he put down the bowls on the dining table and went back into the kitchen to br
ing the cutlery over. Once the table was set, he raised his head and called out, “Come here. It‘s ready.”
Stella got up and headed toward the dining table. She took a seat and laid hier eyes on the two bowls of
soup in front of her.He liad made a simple chicken noodle soup, a dish that Stella used to
often cook for him. Weston had always been a fussy eater. He never
liked dishes with too many ingredients in them, but he made an exception for Stella‘s chicken noodle soup
Stella picked up the spoon and looked at the clear surface of the soup dotted with green bits of chopped s
It looked like he even made some adjustments to the recipe himself.
“I just made that on the fly,” he said, stroking her hair before taking a seat opposite her.
“My cooking skills are probably nowhere near as good as Joan‘s, but it should be good enough to fill your
Stella leaned her head down and took a bite.
Weston did not move. He merely peered down to observe her expressions.
She knew he was waiting for her comment on the food, so without raising her head, she slowly savored th
“It‘s just as good as the one Joan makes,” she added earnestly.
Stella had long realized how much God favored this man. It was as if he had been blessed with all the tale
life could offer.