Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383 Stella 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 internet 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.” Stella 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. Stella 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 plain and unassuming, Stella 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 his laptop. 

She pulled up a tiny desk next to him and placed 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 glanced at the bowl. “Did Joan make this? I thought you did.” 

Stella said nothing to that. She just placed 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. 

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

Stella 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.” 

Stella 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.