“Don’t be ridiculous,” Stella 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 glad you like Joan’s cooking.”“Oh, yeah!” she echoed, not hesitating to heap praise upon Joan. “She really is an incredible cook!”Stella 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 Stella 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 Stella had no desire to feed him, b
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