Chapter 654

Chapter 654:
William’s brows lifted slightly at her words. Hearing her say it was the best gift she had ever received gave him a quiet sense of pride. All the time and effort he had spent finding it suddenly felt completely worth it.
Soon after, the chef William had arranged arrived, dressed in a crisp uniform and a tall chef’s hat. He moved confidently through Stella’s kitchen, and before long, the rich aroma of food filled the air.
Just the smell alone made her stomach growl, and it reminded her how good a meal could be when made by a professional.
Then came another ring at the door. Stella started to get up, but William beat her to it. “I’ll get it. I’ll take out the trash on my way.”
He opened the door, and upon seeing who was outside, grabbed the trash bag from beside the door and stepped out, closing it gently behind him.
Standing there was Marc, holding a bouquet of roses. The moment he saw William, his expression darkened.
“What are you doing at Stella’s place?”
William met his glare with a smirk. “That’s none of your business. It’s her birthday, and I’d rather not let you ruin her mood. So how about you turn around and leave?”
Marc had finally remembered Stella’s birthday and even slipped in by paying someone to use their parking pass, only to be blocked at the door by William before he could even say a word to her.
Tensing his jaw, Marc said stiffly, “I came to see Stella. Who are you to decide if she wants to see me or not?”
William gave a short laugh, like he wasn’t even taking the argument seriously. “Well, let’s see. Boss, superior, colleague, friend… none of those ring a bell for you? Then how about this… boyfriend?”
That last one struck Marc like a blow. He didn’t care about the job titles, but boyfriend was different.
“Are you and Stel dating now?” he asked, almost in disbelief.
William didn’t even flinch. He didn’t confirm, and he didn’t deny it either. Instead, he stared him down and said coldly, “If you keep hanging around here, I’ll call security.”
He knew full well that Marc had gotten in without proper clearance. If security got involved, Marc might end up in the station for a night, at the very least. Marc clenched his hand tightly, but in the end, he had no choice but to leave.
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William stood at the door, watching silently as Marc disappeared into the elevator. Once he was out of sight, William took the trash down using a different elevator and returned calmly.
When Stella opened the door again, she was surprised to see only William standing there, and this time holding a cake. Curious, she asked, “Who was at the door just now?”
“Just a food delivery,” William replied smoothly as he stepped inside with the cake.
About an hour later, the chef finished cooking the meal. After presenting the dishes neatly on the dining table, he bowed politely to both William and Stella, tidied up the kitchen, and left without making a sound.
Stella looked at the table in disbelief. It was completely covered in exquisite dishes, like something straight out of a fine-dining magazine. “There’s so much food, how are we supposed to finish all of this?”
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