Chapter 383


    Chapter 383 Ste knew all her lines by heart, but she decided to go through it one more time. Unsure


    about some of acting‘s technical aspects, she searched the inte and watched some videos and


    rehearsed her lines again. Only after doing that for a few more times was she finally satisfied.


    After a while, she was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door. “Miss Steele,” Joan called. “Mr.


    Ford is asking for you.” Ste frowned and looked at the time. To her surprise, two hours had gone by


    without her noticing it.. “Okay,” she nodded to Joan before getting up and leaving the study. . “Could you


    bring this in with you too?” Joan asked, referring to the tray in her hands that contained freshly–made


    lunch for Weston. Ste paused, then took the tray. “Okay, leave it to me. You can go for your break


    now.”


    “Thank you, Miss Steele.”


    Joan was a talented cook. She had made Weston a bowl of light soup, and though it looked in and


    unassuming, Ste caught a whiff of it and thought it smelled tantalizing. It even made her feel a little


    hungry.


    She quickly brought the tray to Weston‘s room, knocking on the door and waiting for his answer before


    entering.


    “Why did you have to knock before entering your own bedroom?” he asked, looking up at her from his


    notebook. “I didn’t want to disturb you working,” she replied.


    “You think too much,” he said, and his eyes turned back to the screen of hisptop.


    She pulled up a tiny desk next to him and ced the bowl of soup on top of it. “Joan just made this for


    you,” she told him. “It smells delicious. You should eat it while it‘s still warm.“.


    Weston nced at the bowl. “Did Joan make this? I thought you did.”


    Ste said nothing to that. She just ced a spoon in the soup and told him, “Enjoy your meal.”


    She then turned around and tried to leave, but Weston grabbed her arm without even looking up.


    “Stay and eat with me.”


    Ste hesitated for a while, then said, “I‘ll tell Joan to bring in another bowl of soup then.”


    “There‘s more than enough for both of us here,” Weston nced at the soup beside him. “You don‘t eat


    much anyway.”


    Ste assessed the amount of soup in the bowl. Considering that the bowl was actually filled to the brim,


    she sat down on the bed and scooped some of the soup into a smaller bowl that was on the tray.


    Seeing this, Weston finally put his work aside and gazed quietly at Ste as she was dividing the soup.


    Ste never used to wear makeup. She did now, though she kept it light and natural. Weston thought she


    looked best without it. She might look a little in then, but her shapely brows and bright eyes stood out


    more that way. Especially those long eyshes of hers, which looked like tiny fans that cast a shadow


    under her eyes on her exquisitely wless skin.


    Weston reached his hand out and swept a strand of Ste‘s hair behind her ear.


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    Ste felt his warm touch and it sent a shock wave throughout her body. But she kept calm and went on


    scooping the soup as if nothing happened. Then she handed Weston the bigger bowl and said, “Here


    you go.“. Weston neither moved nor said anything. “What‘s wrong?” she asked, puzzled. “Aren‘t you


    hungry?”


    “Feed me.”


    Ste pretended not to hear him and picked up her spoon to try the soup. “Mmm!” she gushed. “Joan‘s


    cooking just gets better every day!” The soup was very much to her taste, surprising because although


    she wasn‘t a picky eater and would try anything, she still had a discerning taste and was generally hard


    to impress.


    “It‘s still nowhere nearly as good as your cooking,” Weston stated suddenly, his gaze still fixated on her,


    scrutinizing each and every little movement she made.