Chapter 162


    Chapter 162


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    Ste quickly squashed the crazy idea. She couldn’t possibly put Roger in a position where his only


    living rtive was a criminal.


    The clinking and nking noise arose from the kitchen when Ste started cooking. Weston was sitting


    on the sofa in the living room. The news was ying on the television, but he wasn’t paying any


    attention to that. He was more interested in the noise that came from the kitchen.


    Weston realized that he had always taken all these little details for granted in the past. He wondered


    how many precious moments he’d lost forever.


    Ste did not put as much thought into the cooking as she did in the past, because she no . longer had


    any interest to please Weston. All she wanted to do now wasplete a chore that she was assigned.


    With that, she made a bowl of very simple chicken noodle soup and brought it out to the table. She


    noticed that it was looking a little too in, so she quickly chopped up some scallions and garnished it


    on the soup. The little green bits on top made it look much more appetizing, though it was still in to


    see that not a lot of effort was put into the making of this soup.


    Just as Ste brought the soup out to the table, Weston himself just came out of the shower. He’d


    changed into morefortable clothes. The gray t shirt softened his usually intimidating aura


    significantly, but his dark eyes were still as icy and piercing as always, the pitch ckness of his pupils


    was like a stonewall that rendered his thoughts and feelingspletely inscrutable. Weston’s ck


    hair was still dripping wet. He tossed a towel onto Ste’s head and sat down on the chair in front of


    her with his eyes fixed on her face,


    Ste took a deep breath. “The soup is getting cold,” she told him. “There’s no rush,” he replied,


    ncing at the bowl of soup on the table. “Dry my hair with that towel.”


    Ste could hardly believe his audacity, but what could she say? Resigned to her fate, she went to


    stand behind him and did what she was told.


    Weston was a very tall man. There was a huge difference between their heights, so even as Weston


    was sitting down while Ste was standing up, he still managed to stir a sense of intimidation inside


    her.


    Ste ced the towel on Weston’s head and started rubbing his hair neither gently nor too roughly,


    pretending that Weston was Roger. Weston could sense her unwillingness, but he let her shove his


    head this way and that way without saying anything about it. Not long after, Ste stopped and put the


    towel down. “I think it’d be better if you blow it with a hair dryer,” she suggested.


    “You know where the hair dryer is,” he replied without looking up. “Go get it.” Ste paused, but stayed


    silent. She then turned around and left Weston to get the hair dryer. She knew her way in the mansion


    very well, not just where the rooms were, but down to even where the smallest objects were. How


    could she not, since she was the one who put them there?


    She remembered how she loved to tidy up the house. She loved seeing the whole ce in spick -and-


    span condition. She also loved seeing her little personal touches everywhere around the house. She


    remembered how happy she used to be here and it broke her heart. Every familiar corner was like a


    little de that cut through her heart, reminding her of how foolish she had been in the past.


    It took Ste a long time that evening to serve Weston before he would let her go and start eating


    When he finally turned his attention to the soup, he stared at the in bowl of chicken noodle soup and


    frowned. “I hate scallions,” heined.


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    Although Weston didn’t have any favorite food, he was still a very fussy eater. As someone who never


    particrly liked anything yet hated many things, he was indeed a hard man to please. Ste had gone


    through hell in the past just to appease him. She remembered now that Weston didn’t like heavily


    seasoned food or anything that had a strong taste like garlic, onion, ginger, and scallions. She used to


    make sure not to include any of those ingredients in her cooking.


    Without saying a word, Ste marched into the kitchen and returned with a tiny bowl. She then sat


    down opposite Weston and began to scoop out the bits of scallions from his soup. Seeing this,


    Weston’s expressions warmed up a little. When Ste saw that he was done eating, she didn’t even


    bother to ask him how he liked the food but just went ahead and cleaned up the table. Weston’s eyes


    were fixed on her. He remembered that in the past, when he finished the food, Ste would shyly ask


    him in the softest voice if he liked the food, her eyes wide with anticipation.


    But now all she did was calmly pick up the bowl and the cutleries, not even bothering to look at him.


    Weston drummed his fingers on the table. He waited till Ste was done cleaning up and when she


    passed by his side, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her into his arms.