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Chapter 30 Midnight Ramen and Blushing Tongues.
Chapter 30 Midnight Ramen and Blushing Tongues
Stella paused, then gave an awkward little smile. “Hey, I didn’t mean that–I was just saying”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Cheesy spicy turkey sandwich.“
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As soon as the words left her mouth, she scratched her head sheepishly with one pale hand. “I, uh. I actually ate dinner with Ethan around five. So yeah. I’m a little hungry now,”
Her stomach let out a loud protest at exactly the wrong time.
Her face instantly turned bright red–like tomato–red, like cartoon–monkey–butt red.
She tried to save face. “I mean, I’m eighteen. Still growing! It’s normal to get hungry quickly, right?”
Back in senior year, she used to eat five or six times a day. Brain work burned energy.
“Yeah. Totally normal.” Nathan replied smoothly. “Now that you mention it, I forgot–I didn’t eat dinner either. Had a meeting.
He stood up, his tall figure stretching beneath the chandelier, casting a long shadow over Stella on the couch.
Her bright eyes sparkled as she tilted her chin up to look at him. “Then you owe me a thank–you.”
Nathan turned his head, his deep gaze falling gently on her delicate face. Emotion surged in his eyes.
“Thank you,” he said, smiling warmly. The tiny tea–colored mole on his nose bridge caught the light and looked heartbreakingly pretty.
Thank you for giving me this chance to be this close to your
It was something he wouldn’t have dared to even dream of before.
Stella had only been teasing–she didn’t expect him to seriously say thank you. Her figurative tail practically wagged. “Oh please, anytime. So, what do you wanna eat? I’ll just mooch a little off your plate. I’m not picky.”
Nathan’s eyes gleamed. “Actually, I was just thinking about turkey noodles too.”
Stella blinked, pleasantly surprised. “No way, you’ve got taste!”
“Then get to the kitchen, chef!” she grinned.
Nathan kept his eyes on her face, lips curving with effortless charm. “Yes, ma’am.”“
His voice was low, staooth, and magnetic–like velvet brushing across her ears in the quiet of the night.
It made her ears tickle, and her heart thump twice.
Sure, she was the tenant and he was the landlord–but Miss Stella Marshall had never considered cooking for herself.
Mostly because she didn’t know how.
Even when their uncle barged into the house all the time and made the maids quit, it was Ethan who cooked for the family.
She always felt she was someone who deserved to be pampered. But even so, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
They weren’t related. In fact, they used to be nemeses.
She stood up and followed him toward the kitchen. “I’ll help you, at least.”
“No need.” Nathan turned to glance at her. “It’s simple. Just a few minutes.”
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Chapter 30 Midnight Ramen and Blushing Tongues
Stella, easily persuaded, shuffled back to the couch and flopped down again. “You got it-”
Not long after, two steaming bowls of cheesy spicy turkey sandwich were placed on the dining table.
The cheesy aroma mixed with the rich, spicy scent–it nearly knocked Stella out in the best way.
But it was hot. Really hot.
She started sweating and blowing on every bite while still shoveling it in.
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When she noticed the man across from her watching, she blinked and looked up with a grin. “Welcome to today’s episode of Spin the Wheel”
Her lips were glossy and red from the spice, plump and full. Every time she exhaled to cool the noodles, her pink tongue flicked out clearly.
Nathan’s Adam’s apple shifted. He looked away and quietly passed her a glass of water.” Congratulations, Miss Steam–and- Sweat Champion. Here’s your prize.”
Stella gulped it down in one go, not even sure when he’d poured it.
But the temperature was perfect–not too hot, not too cold.
“How are you not even flinching from the spice?” she asked, amazed.
Nathan hadn’t just eaten–he’d eaten more than her.
And yet he still sat there, composed and elegant, that tiny mole on his nose steady, his million–dollar watch glinting faintly in the light
He looked like a man savoring some Michelin–starred dish.
“I’ve had it a lot. Got used to it,” he said with a calm smile.
Not wanting to linger on the topic, he casually asked, “You planning to go back to school?”
Stella answered honestly, “Yeah, I’m going to retake my senior year. Do the SATs again. I want to get into Harvard!”
Her phone buzzed several times from the table. She reached for it with her pale fingers.
It was a WhatsApp from Quinton
“These are the troublemakers at Ashford High. Took photos of all of them.”
Stella tapped through the images one by one, studying them carefully.
None of them were Ethan.
He was only six when she died, but she still remembered his features.
Back then, he’d been a little chubby thing–round cheeks, soft arms. Totally adorable.
