Chapter 161


    Chapter 161


    Ste finally understood what he meant. “You want me to cook for you?” Weston leaned against the


    ss door frame beside him, not answering Ste’s question.


    “No problem.” Ste nodded.


    Weston’s silence clearly did not faze her.


    “What would you like to eat?” she asked as she walked into the kitchen.


    Weston gazed at Ste as she walked away. Her long hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching


    her waist. He remembered how much shorter it was when they first got married. Every night, she would


    lie on their bed, her shiny ck hair forming a stark contrast with the white sheets. Now every time he


    saw the shing colors of ck and white, it would remind him of Ste in bed and he would lose


    control of himself for a moment.


    Weston set his wandering thoughts aside and his eyes darkened. “Surely you know exactly what I like


    to eat?” he replied.


    In fact, not even his own parents knew his exact preferences. Growing up, he had always had the best


    of everything served up to him on a silver te- the best food ingredients, the best chefs-so no matter


    what was served up they were all consistently excellent. Weston did not even understand why people


    had preferences to a certain kind of food because he was so used to being given the best all the time.


    But that was not how Ste saw things. After they got married, she would always ask Weston what his


    preferences were, what he usually liked to eat or use or do. At the time, Weston thought she was just


    wasting her time. Hepletely ignored all the efforts that she made with disdain. To him, it meant


    nothing at all whether or not Ste was good at cooking. Why should he care, when he could get the


    best chefs in the world to cook anything he wanted for him at the snap of a finger?


    In fact, he did try to get other people to cook for him after they separated. But strangely enough, even


    the world’s top chefs could not recreate the taste of the food that Ste made for him.


    Meanwhile in the kitchen, Ste walked to the fridge leisurely and opened it. She was surprised to find


    it filled with various ingredients to cook with-anything from the freshest fruits and vegetables to frozen


    imported meat and seafood was there. She stood in front of the fridge for a good few seconds, lost in


    thought. It looked like Weston had prepared for her arrival. Ste was reminded of how, in order to


    please Weston, she used to learn how to make new dishes every day so she could find out what he


    liked to eat. Even if he always ended up showing no interest whatsoever in her food, she still persisted.


    Sometimes she would work so hard in the kitchen that she would get blisters in her hands, but if the


    food didn’t suit Weston’s taste, he would not even give it a second look, much less finish it.


    She found it incredibly ironic that Weston suddenly showed interest in her cooking now, when she had


    neither her past enthusiasm nor even a slight interest to please him. She snorted at the thought as she


    nonchntly grabbed a few simple ingredients from the fridge and tossed them in the sink


    She knew her way around the kitchen very well. It was a familiar ce for her. No matter how hard she


    tried to forget her bitter past, she still ended up here, where she used to be


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    Ste nced at the glinting edge of the knife on the cutting board. For a brief moment, a most vicious


    thought shed across her mind…