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. Weston’s 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, “I’ll fire Joan.” He believed that the dishes had caused the violent
reaction. However, Stella instantly grabbed his wrist and shook her head. “It’s not… because of her.
The dishes… she makes… suit my taste…” 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,
“Don’t force yourself, and tell me if you feel any discomfort.” She nodded and said, “It’s really not
because of Joan. It’s my own problem…” After she came to her senses, she stood up. He was still
standing beside her. “I’m really fine. Don’t worry.” 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. “Let’s continue eating.” 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 Stella’s 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 weren’t many who were as generous as Weston, not to mention that he cared about
Stella. She had heard a lot of rumors, but she wasn’t 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,
“If Ms. Steele has any dissatisfaction, please tell me directly, so I can improve my work.” 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.
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