Chapter 384


    Chapter 384 “Don‘t be ridiculous,” Ste replied, her expressions unchanged. “Joan‘s a professional. Of


    course her cooking is better than mine!” Weston could sense that she didn‘t want to talk about this any


    further, so he said, “I‘m d you like Joan‘s cooking.” “Oh, yeah!” she echoed, not hesitating to heap


    praise upon Joan. “She really is an incredible cook!”


    Ste had always loved piquant and savory food, but her stomach would start to churn if she ate too


    much spicy food. She typically avoided it if she could, especially now after her miscarriage, where she


    had basically lost all interest in food and ate just to stay alive.


    Seeing that Ste was happily enjoying the soup, Weston gently caressed her cheek with his fingers and


    teased; “Hey, I‘m the patient here. Shouldn‘t you be feeding me?”


    “There aren‘t any rules about patients needing to be fed!” she disputed. “You only have a cold! Your


    hands are perfectly fine! Feed yourself!” It was clear that Ste had no desire to feed him, but Weston did


    not falter. “You mean you‘d feed me if I hurt my hands, right?”


    Ste‘s eyes darted towards Weston and she stared at him in horror as though terrified that he would


    really do something so ridiculous. After hesitating for a while, she put down the spoon and bowl in her


    hands and picked up the other bowl. She stirred the soup and scooped up pieces of meat and brought it


    near Weston‘s mouth.


    “I believe it‘s not too hot anymore,” she said. “Go on.” “How do you know it‘s not too hot when you didn‘t


    even blow it?”


    Ste was speechless.


    Weston loved teasing her this way. He loved seeing her getting annoyed and bothered. It made her seem


    vivacious and amusing. “Hurry up,” he urged, stroking her forehead. “I‘m hungry!” Ste reluctantly drew


    the spoon close to her mouth and gently blew on it, then nudged it back towards Weston.


    “There! Happy now?”


    With a mischievous smile, Weston finally drank the soup. He eventually finished half of the bowl, with


    Ste feeding him by the spoonful. The soup smelled so appetizing that it made Ste‘s mouth water.


    She got hungrier and hungrier until suddenly, her stomach growled. She turned crimson red. She took a


    peek at Weston, praying that he didn‘t hear it.


    But luck was not on her side.


    Weston nced at her stomach with a half–smile and asked, “Are you hungry?” “Didn‘t I just tell you that


    I was hungry?” Ste mumbled shyly, her eyes staring at the floor. Then she looked at the bowl of soup


    and added, “There‘s only a little bit left. Come on, hurry up and finish it!” Weston said nothing. He picked


    up Ste‘s bowl and scooped up some soup, gave it a blow, and nudged it towards her.


    “Eat up,” he told her. “What?” she frowned. “My hands are fine! I don‘t need you to feed me!” “Stop


    comining!” Weston snapped. “I‘ve already scooped some for you, so just eat it.” Ste stared at him,


    speechless. When did Weston be so childish? Did he really want them to feed each other? What


    exactly was he thinking? But he stubbornly held the spoon next to her mouth with a look in his eyes that


    said he would never give up until she gave in.


    So Ste had no choice but to just open her mouth and eat the soup.


    At that moment she saw a yful twinkle in Weston‘s eyes. It stunned her. She had never seen him this


    lighthearted before. In fact, she also sensed that there was an inscrutable change in their rtionship.


    But Ste did not wish for this change to happen. “I‘m full,” she announced, suddenly putting the bowl


    down and standing up. “Get Joan te clear these bowls out once you‘re done. I‘m a little busy right now


    and I must go.” She then rushed out of the door right after speaking. Weston‘s eyes followed her as she


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