Chapter 104
Chapter 104:
Left to her own devices, she would’ve been perfectly content with a simple meal, but for William, every day demanded something special. A sly idea crept into her mind. If her food was truly awful, maybe William would finally move out for good.
The thought sent a secret thrill through Stella. Without hesitation, she seized the spatula and set about cooking a table full of fiery dishes, each one smothered in chili except for the soup.
When dinner was ready, Rita entered the dining room, her eyes widening at the sight. “Ms. Russell, tonight’s menu is…” she began, hesitating.
Stella smiled, breezing past the concern. “Is something wrong? William asked for spicy food, didn’t he? These are classic recipes—exactly how I like them.”
Rita fell quiet, clearly unsettled, but dared not protest further. A few minutes later, William appeared, only to find Stella busily ladling food onto his plate with a suspiciously cheerful energy.
He arched a brow, easily seeing through her scheme.
Stella patted the chair beside her. “You’re just in time—come eat. I made several signature spicy dishes tonight. You should have seconds; they’re some of my favorites.”
William surveyed the mountain of chilis on each dish, immediately understanding her little game. Stella handed him the fork and knife, and as he sat down, she made a show of picking a chunk of meat drenched in chili and placing it squarely in front of him.
“Go ahead, try it,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
William met her gaze, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smirk. Under her expectant stare, he calmly picked up the utensils and took a deliberate bite of the fiery meat.
A flash of anticipation lit up Stella’s eyes. “So? How is it?”
William nodded, utterly unbothered. “It’s not bad.”
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With a burst of enthusiasm, she loaded his plate with more chili-soaked meat. “Here—have some more.”
He accepted every bite she offered, amused by her sudden attentiveness. Meanwhile, Stella barely touched her own food, her focus entirely on piling his plate higher and higher.
When the meal was nearly finished, she eyed him hopefully. “Are you done? Are you feeling… uncomfortable or something?”
William wiped his mouth with practiced elegance, his gaze cool and unreadable. “Did you slip something into the food? Why would I be uncomfortable?”
Her heart skipped, and she forced a sheepish laugh. “No, nothing like that. I just thought… maybe the spice was too much.”
Yet, despite drowning the dishes in chili, he finished the entire meal without so much as a wince.
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