Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

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.
In fact, not even his own parents knew his exact preferences. Growing up, he had always had the best of everything served up to
him on a silver plate- the best food ingredients, the best chefs-so no matter what was served up they were all consistently
excellent. Weston did not even understand why people had preferences to a certain kind of food because he was so used to
being given the best all the time.
But that was not how Stella saw things. After they got married, she would always ask Weston what his preferences were, what
he usually liked to eat or use or do. At the time, Weston thought she was just wasting her time. He completely ignored all the
efforts that she made with disdain. To him, it meant nothing at all whether or not Stella was good at cooking. Why should he care,
when he could get the best chefs in the world to cook anything he wanted for him at the snap of a finger?
In fact, he did try to get other people to cook for him after they separated. But strangely enough, even the world’s top chefs could
not recreate the taste of the food that Stella made for him.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Stella walked to the fridge leisurely and opened it. She was surprised to find it filled with various
ingredients to cook with-anything from the freshest fruits and vegetables to frozen imported meat and seafood was there. She
stood in front of the fridge for a good few seconds, lost in thought. It looked like Weston had prepared for her arrival. Stella was
reminded of how, in order to please Weston, she used to learn how to make new dishes every day so she could find out what he

liked to eat. Even if he always ended up showing no interest whatsoever in her food, she still persisted. Sometimes she would
work so hard in the kitchen that she would get blisters in her hands, but if the food didn’t suit Weston’s taste, he would not even
give it a second look, much less finish it.
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...