Chapter 629
Chapter 629:
There really were plenty of men in the world. Why get stuck on just one?
After finishing her lunch, Stella headed back to the lab, only to be met by Sandra’s curious expression.
“Sylvia! I saw Ms. Fuller today. She’s back, and she even had lunch with you. Tell me, is she William’s first love?” Sandra asked, her eyes practically sparkling with gossip.
Stella sighed and gave Sandra a gentle flick on the forehead. “You’re always caught up in other people’s drama. Focus on the experiments, or we’ll be stuck here all evening!”
Later that afternoon, as Stella stepped out of the elevator after work, she caught sight of William walking just ahead of her.
She instinctively slowed down, unsure if she should say hello. But before she could decide, Nina raced up beside him, an Americano in hand. “Mr. Briggs! What a coincidence. Want to walk together?” Nina said cheerfully.
Seeing that, Stella quietly turned and headed to the underground parking lot without saying a word.
With so many people drawn to William, she figured it was better to keep her distance.
After parking her car and getting into the elevator, she was startled when a large hand stopped the doors from closing. William stepped in. Stella blinked in surprise.
Hadn’t he just left with Nina not long ago? How was he already here?
William noticed her reaction and asked with amusement, “You look surprised to see me.”
Caught off guard, she hesitated for a second. “Weren’t you going to have dinner with Nina?”
William raised a brow. “Who said that?”
“You two were leaving together,” she murmured.
Without another word, William handed her the bag he was holding. “I went to buy groceries.”
Stella froze. She shouldn’t have mentioned dinner. Now she had to cook. While preparing the meal, she brought it up. “William, maybe you should consider hiring a personal chef.”
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He glanced up and asked, “What? Ten thousand per meal isn’t enough?”
That shut her up. For that kind of money, anyone would gladly cook. No matter how much effort it took, the pay was too generous to argue with.
At dinner, William naturally placed all her favorite dishes in front of her.
Stella’s hand froze mid-air, still holding her fork. Her eyes widened just a little. Why was he putting food on her plate? And not just any food—it was all the dishes she liked best. Did she even have any privacy left around him? He knew her tastes so well, it was almost unsettling.
She ate in silence, while the mood between them remained a little tense. As soon as she finished, she got up and headed back to her room, just like she had the night before.
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