Third POV
Spoken up to this point, Adrian hurriedly set out the dishes he had brought in earlier on the table in the room.
Its sweet aroma wafted through the room, reminding Stella the undeniable truth that her body has only managed to survive with fluid and God knows what…maybe even her leftover strength might be from her body reserve.
As though waiting for this moment, her stomach grumbled loudly through the quiet room. Adrian glanced at Stella and her cheeks were flushed.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She whined in her heart.
"Don't stand there, sit down and eat quickly." Adrian called out as he dropped the last part of the dish on the wide tray.
Stella's gaze trailed through the dishes, it was all simple and exquisite. Staring at the selectively light dishes, her nose tingled.
"Did you cook this yourself?" She asked.
Adrian shook his head briefly. "I only managed to select the ingredients myself…besides, I can't leave your side for a while."
