Chapter 181
Chapter 181:
Sharon wasn’t buying it for a second. “Yeah, right. He’s tall, handsome, definitely richer than Marc—and that watch? Limited edition. Two mil, easy. Honestly, Stel, if he’s even slightly interested, you’ve won the lottery.”
Rubbing her temples, Stella muttered, “I’m not dating anyone right now.” She’d just crawled out of a messy marriage and had way too much on her plate. William? Please. He wasn’t even into women. What a joke!
He liked men!
But she didn’t say that to Sharon—it wasn’t her secret to tell. Sharon pouted. “You were just telling me I should start dating. And now look at you, backing off.”
“I just got my freedom back. I want to breathe a little, not rush into anything,” Stella said, nudging Sharon toward the stall.
“Didn’t you say you had to go? Go already before you burst open.” Sharon eyed her suspiciously. She could tell Stella was hiding something—but fine, she’d let it go. For now.
When the two returned to the table, William was still seated, looking perfectly composed.
Stella felt uneasy seeing him, while he appeared completely at ease, as if he were at home.
The owner brought over another menu and politely asked William if he’d like to order something.
Since Stella and Sharon hadn’t ordered much, they decided to add a couple of dishes too.
The owner handed each of them a menu. Stella glanced down. “Caesar salad.”
“Caesar salad,” William said at the exact same time.
Stella blinked. Weird coincidence, but whatever.
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She kept flipping.
“Apple pie.”
“Apple pie,” William echoed again.
Now even Sharon tilted her head, watching the two of them with a curious smirk.
Stella, increasingly uneasy, decided that was enough. She handed her menu back to the owner. “Just add those two, thanks.”
The owner smiled. “And for you, young man?”
William flipped a page. “Buffalo wings.”
Sharon perked up. These dishes were all perfectly suited to Stella’s taste.
She leaned closer to Stella, grinning. “You know what I read the other day? They say if two people like the same food, they’re meant to be together. It’s science.”
Stella was half-distracted, still stewing in the awkward energy surrounding the table. “What?”
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