Chapter 1395

Chapter 1395Chapter 1395
Emma and Elias were very capable of taking care of themselves. They could already brush their teeth
and wash their faces independently.
Stella went straight to the living room and saw a tall man in an apron walk toward
her.
Weston said in her ear softly, “Breakfast is ready.”
Stella immediately froze in place. She rubbed her eyes and thought she was
mistaken.
Weston chuckled at her confusion, then walked to her and rubbed her head. “What? Silly.”
Stella stared at him for a moment, thinking that she was dreaming. Why did Weston appear in her living
wearing an apron and cooking for her? It all seemed so magical.
While Stella was still in a daze, Weston leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “ The children are
here. Don’t just stand there.”
Stella took a step back and rubbed her nose uncomfortably as she saw Emma and Elias making all sorts
of funny faces behind her. She still found it amazing to see Weston in her house so early in the morning.
Not only that, he was posing as the man of the house and cooking breakfast for her in an apron.
Roger went back to sleep for a while, so Stella went to his room to call him.
Roger came out with messy bed hair. Seeing that Weston was still around, he frowned. “You can leave
after preparing breakfast. Why are you still here?”Stella gave him a look in silence. Then, she walked over to Emma and Elias and wiped the corner of
their mouths.
Weston did not bother to look at him. He took off his apron, hung it aside, and sat across from Stella.
Then, he enjoyed his breakfast slowly.
Roger came over. When he was about to sit next to him, he realized Weston had served him no food.
“What is this?” Roger questioned Weston.
Weston gave him a faint look. He had barely any expression on his face. It was as he was simply
ignoring Roger’s presence. “What do you mean by that?”
“You-” Roger was rendered speechless at Weston’s question in reply. How dare he
ask him that?
“Everyone has breakfast but me. Are you deliberately doing this?”
“I’m not obliged to serve you breakfast.”
Weston slowly sipped his coffee. “If I’m obligated but not doing it for you, then I’m probably against you.
However, I’m not obligated to cook for you, so it’s the right thing to do.”
“You-” Roger could not win against the sharp-tongued Weston in verbal arguments.
Navig@te back to th€ roots of thïš substance at n0v^lebookWeston was usually quiet because he was lazy to speak. As a successful businessman, it was only
natural that he was good with his words.
Roger took a deep breath and turned to Stella. “Look at him…” He sounded like he was complaining.Stella rubbed her temple, feeling a slight headache. Meanwhile, Emma and Elias were watching with
great interest.
She rubbed them on the head and urged, “Hurry up and finish eating, then we’ll go out and play.”
Stella had no intention of getting involved in their fight. Seeing that, Roger could only swallow his anger.
At last, he got up and went to the kitchen to make himself a bowl of pasta.
There was no instant food at home. Roger could only boil some pasta, but it did not turn out well.
Roger used to be able to cook, but he got rusty. After years of living with the Garcia family, he was used
to being served. At last, Roger barely managed to cook a pot of overcooked pasta. He sat down across
from Stella and ate it with some resentment.
Stella felt sorry seeing him like this. She handed him a piece of toast. “Hey, hey. Just eat something for
now, then eat when you go out.’
“Sis is still the best to me.” Roger immediately beamed and gave Weston a provocative look.