Chapter 159
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Closing time.
Ronald clasped Stella’s hand as they left the office together.
His presence, commanding and wolf-like, contrasted sharply with Stella’s meek, lamb-like demeanor, creating a visually striking dichotomy that seemed to tug at the heartstrings.
As soon as they entered the elevator, the colleagues huddled around Tabitha, whispering, “Is that the boss’s boyfriend?”
“He seems way better than Mr. Quarry, and nicer to the boss too.”
“Get out of here, you’re talking nonsense. That’s supposed to be the boss’s brother.”
Tabitha remembered hearing Stella calling him brother.
“Even if he’s her brother, Mr. Quarry wouldn’t dare bully our boss with him around. He’s in for a whooping.”
Tabitha snorted, “He’s already had one!”
She couldn’t believe anyone in Portis City would dare to mess with Yorick Quarry. The Quarry family had been throwing their weight around for years, but it seemed the man by the boss’s side was fearless. Served them right.
And then there was Jaxon. A classic case of a bad apple, keeping a mistress on the side while hoping to marry into wealth. The epitome of a scoundrel.
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Stella and Ronald arrived back at Wave Residence.
As soon as they entered, Stella was greeted by the aroma of hot wings, and she bolted towards the dining room, letting go of Ronald’s hand.
Ronald felt his hand grow empty, looking at Stella’s joyful figure, his lips curving into a gentle smile.
Idris, following behind him, remarked, “Ms. Quinn’s appetite has improved significantly these past days.”
He had done his homework. Stella normally had a rather poor appetite, only really eating when Susanna took her out for hot wings. Otherwise, her meals were irregular and scant.
Ronald mused, “A good appetite is a blessing.”
His gaze lingered tenderly on Stella, who stood not far, as he uttered the words.
Idris remained silent, pondering why Ronald wouldn’t allow Stella to indulge more often. Whenever they were out and couldn’t make it back in time, Ronald would call the butler to ensure she ate. If Stella didn’t comply, Ronald would personally rush back. Ronald took off his coat and handed it to Idris, “Tell Jeremy we have no plans to export our mining resources.”
Idris’ movement of accepting his coat paused.
They had previously discussed diversifying internationally, and Jeremy seemed a suitable partner.
But now?
Without understanding Ronald’s sudden change of heart but not daring to question it, Idris nodded, “Alright, I’ll inform him.”
Ronald didn’t elaborate further and headed towards the dining room.
Meanwhile, Stella was staring at hot wings with a sigh, visibly disappointed.
Sitting beside her, Ronald reached out to ruffle her soft hair, “What’s wrong?”
“Is this even considered hot wings?”
Not a single spicy pepper in sight. She had been promised a hot-wing dinner, and felt deceived by her brother.
Ronald hummed in response, and then added, “Eating like this is healthier.”
“But having it once in a while won’t hurt, right? It won’t affect my health,” Stella reasoned.
“You used to have it every week. Isn’t that often enough?” Ronald uttered.
Stella pouted, casting a resentful glance at Ronald.
The servant respectfully offered Ronald a sanitized towel. After cleaning his hands, Ronald began to serve the food for Stella, observing her sullen expression.
He let out a low chuckle, “Don’t want to eat?”
Stella glanced between the dish and her plate, decisively nodding, “I’ll eat.”
After all, the table was set for a proper dinner, how could she refuse?
Especially since she hadn’t eaten much steak at lunch and was now quite hungry.
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