Chapter 927

Chapter 927:
Stella had no rebuttal. After all, his chefs had been recruited straight from five-star restaurants.
Among the staff, Stella suddenly noticed Rita. Surprise brightened her face, but before she could greet her, Rita disappeared into the kitchen.
Hold on. Rita couldn’t cook, could she? She might ruin everything.
With worry tugging at her, Stella rushed downstairs, hoping to keep Rita out of the kitchen. But when she reached the kitchen, she froze at the sight of Rita dressed like a professional chef, tall hat and all, moving with surprising skill and ease as she cooked.
Stella could only stare, too stunned to speak. How was this possible?
Had she not stood there watching for ten straight minutes, she would have thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.
From the doorway, Stella kept staring. The moment Rita turned around with a dish in hand and their eyes met, Stella knew she wasn’t mistaken.
“Oh my goodness!” Rita nearly jumped out of her skin, clearly not expecting Stella to be standing there. “Ms. Russell, why are you just standing there so quietly?”
Stella still couldn’t wrap her head around it. She remembered well how clumsy Rita had been back when Stella tried teaching her to cook. When Rita noticed her staring at the dish in her hands, a flicker of embarrassment crossed her face.
“Uh… Ms. Russell, I had no idea the boss and you are living together now!”
Rita was clearly trying to steer the conversation somewhere else.
But Stella wasn’t having it.
“Wait a second—Rita, you can cook?”
At that, Rita instantly broke into a nervous sweat. “I, uh…”
She scrambled to come up with something—anything—when William rolled down from the second floor in his wheelchair. The house had a custom ramp installed so he could get around easier.
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He wheeled up next to Stella, his voice gentle. “Stel, what’s going on?”
Stella shot him a look. “Don’t play dumb, William. Spill it. How did Rita go from burning toast to rocking a full-on chef’s hat?”
Rita dropped her gaze, wishing the floor would just swallow her whole. William caught sight of the dish Rita was holding, and the truth hit him. He glanced at Stella and started, “Stel, actually—”
“If you try to lie to me one more time, I’m packing up and leaving.” Stella cut him off fast.
She already knew he was about to make something up.
William shut his mouth for a second, then sighed. “Rita’s always known how to cook. She was just pretending not to.”
Stella had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed still got under her skin. “So you two set me up just to get me in the kitchen?”
She thought back to all those days she spent trying to teach Rita—thinking she was completely hopeless with a spatula.
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