The only thing about the restaurant was the dark environment. No wonde Noir Restaurant
The waitress’s introduction somewhat made sense. The food tasted a little bit more delicious when she
focused all her senses without all the noises around her.
The last course was steak, which was served in a complicated way. It was laid on a copper plate with a
roaring charcoal fire underneath. Due to the high temperature, the staff needed to isolate the heat.
Several people carried the equipment in, but the steak serving was only so large.
Stella looked at the pathetically portioned, perfectly plated dish and was at a loss of words.
Seeing that he did not move, Weston tapped his finger lightly on the table. “Help me cut it.” Stella was
startled. She thought she misheard him until he repeated himself. Her face turned cold. “Don’t you
know how to cut it yourself? Cut it yourself and eat it.”
Weston crossed his fingers together. For some reason, he was patient with her again. “I want to eat
whatever you cut.”
“Then don’t!”
Weston said nothing and just looked at her like that.
Stella suddenly remembered the scene at Yvonne’s house the other day. She watched how Weston
served so gentlemanly. He took the plate in front of Guinevere, cut the steak for her, and gave it to her.
He was so gentlemanly and kind. When it came to her, he demanded her to serve him. What did he
take her for? A nanny? A maid?
Her heart was cold, and she refused to do it. After a while, she said, “I’ll ask the waiter to cut it for you.”
“Forget it.”
Weston stopped her. Seeing how reluctant she was, he lost interest. He quickly cut the steak into small
pieces and then pushed it in front of her. “Eat.”
“Eat,” he commanded, one cold word without a trace of warmth.
Stella’s eyes flickered. She did not refuse, but deliberately the beef while eating. She did not eat a
single bite of the meat at all.
Naturally, Weston did not miss her actions. His eyes turned cold.
After the meal, the waiter returned both of their cell phones.
Stella impatiently turned on her phone to see if there were any new missed calls or texts. She
wondered if Roger would be worried because she was past her usual time home.
Weston was displeased throughout the entire whole time. Stella simply ignored him.
When they got to the parking lot, Weston suddenly warned her in a deep voice, “There’s a car next to
you.”
He took her by the arm and pulled her aside.
Stella mindlessly looked up and met his eyes. She saw Weston’s displeased eyes, but she pretended
that she saw nothing. She pursed her lips and continued to look at her phone.
The two walked a few more steps, when suddenly, a hesitant voice spoke up from behind. “Ella?
Weston? Why are you two here?!” Stella stiffened. Stunned that she recognized the voice, she did not
dare to look back.
The voice belonged to Yvonne. Her palms were sweating, and she looked straight at the man in front of
her.
Weston looked as if nothing had happened. He looked at Yvonne, who stopped behind Stella.
“What a coincidence.”
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