Chapter 11 He Can Finally Eat

• After he regained his composure, Stanley went into another room and locked the door behind him.
• He then opened the cabinet and took out a box of medication that he skillfully prepared himself before injecting a syringe into his arm.
• His face stayed impassive as he watched the blue liquid enter his body bit by bit. He had been injecting this into himself for years now.
• At the same time in the kitchen, Melinda was cooking the children's favorite food—egg-tomato pasta.
• No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget the predicament she was in after she woke up this morning. Just the thought of it flustered and distracted her. It even almost made her cut her fingers a few times while she was dicing the tomatoes.
• Stanley had also come to the kitchen then. He was about to instruct his chef to prepare food for the children, but he was promptly greeted by the sight of Melinda busying herself around the kitchen. He also noticed that there were three plates of pasta that she was currently garnishing with fresh basil on the stove.
• The fragrance of the food that wafted in the air didn't smell greasy at all.
• With the plates of pasta in hand, Melinda turned around, only to be startled when she saw the man standing there by the door with his eyes locked on her.
• After calming down her heart that almost leaped out of her chest, she pressed her pink lips together. She didn't have the slightest intention to talk to him.
• She then walked out of the kitchen and gently placed the plates of pasta on the dining table.
• When she passed the man by again, Stanley, who had a keen sense of smell, caught the unique fragrance of her body again. He felt comfortable every time he smelled it. It was a scent that could tug on his heartstrings.
• He liked her smell.
• "Mommy, Daddy, good morning!" Samuel and Pamela had entered the dining area when Melinda came out with the third plate.
• Donning new, pretty clothes, the children were in high spirits after they had freshened up.
• Melinda tried her absolute best to ignore the man's presence as she smilingly greeted the children. "Samuel and Pamela, breakfast is ready!"
• "Wow! I didn't think we would get to eat Mommy's egg-tomato pasta here as well! Lucky us!"
• "It is so yummy! This is amazing!" Pamela was overjoyed as well.
• Stanley was left to watch Melinda completely disregard him as she brought the children to their seats.
• Being the sharp-eyed boy that he was, Samuel asked, "Mommy, didn't you cook for Daddy? Why are there only three plates here?"
• Instead of answering him, Melinda only reached out and caressed him on the head. "Be a good boy and eat your food."
• Even though Stanley didn't need breakfast as he had just injected himself with the nutrient solution, the woman's actions upset him.
• Is she going to keep ignoring me like this despite us being married?
• And so, he strode toward her and took away her plate right as she was about to fork some pasta up.
• Melinda abruptly raised her eyes to look at him, only for him to snatch her fork away this time.
• "What in the world do you think you're doing?" she asked.
• Stanley only coolly turned around and stalked away with the plate in his hand.
• "Hey!" However, she came to a halt after that.
• "Mommy, I can't finish my pasta. Let me share mine with you!"
• "I can't finish mine either, Mommy. Please remember to make Daddy's portion next time, okay? We are a family, after all!"
• Her children were always caring and sensible, especially at moments like this.
• After Stanley placed the bowl and fork on the coffee table in the living room, he sat on the couch, feeling slightly dejected.
• He was someone whom tons of women outside wanted to approach using any method they could, and yet, he felt like an insignificant person in front of Melinda.
• She did not even include my portion when making breakfast! What a terrible person!
• Yet, she slept comfortably in my bed, under my sheets, and even stuck to me the whole night!
• Stanley had survived on only water and nutrient solutions all these years, but for some reason, he broke character when the fragrance of the pasta prompted him to pick up the fork.
• He forked a few strands of pasta into his mouth and chewed slowly, noting the sweet and refreshing taste that wasn't at all nauseating spread across his taste buds. This was the first time in years that he had taken solid food.
• Gael was thunderstruck when he coincidentally saw Stanley eating.
• It felt as though he was watching the sun rising from the west!
• Gael didn't even know whether he was dreaming or not when he saw Stanley completely focused on eating the pasta.
• He then walked toward Stanley, who raised his gaze to look at him with an impassive expression.
• "Mr. Fox…" Gael stood in front of the coffee table and exclaimed in joy, "You can finally eat! Is your stomach fine now?"
• Stanley came to a pause when he heard that. "I am just having a taste," he answered.
• Still, the butler was elated. "Do you not feel nauseous?"
• Stanley gave it some thought before answering, "I feel fine."
• Gael was simply overjoyed when he knew that Melinda was the one who prepared the pasta. It seemed like she was also Stanley's savior!
• They had hired one chef after another, but none of them could make something that was to Stanley's taste. He would throw up no matter what he ate, and the nutrient solution was the only thing that kept him going.
• Is Ms. Paisley a magician?
• The solemn butler was full of smiles as he mused about how fate had brought Stanley and Melinda together.
• The rain had already stopped at this point. The sun then rose from the east, shining on the yard that had been cleaned by the rain.
• After the children were done with their breakfast, Gael brought them upstairs to do their homework while Melinda stayed seated on her chair in the dining area.
• She was zoning out, looking at the Lamborghini parked in the yard as she wondered, Is he still not heading out? It is almost 8.00AM.
• Indeed, she wanted to avoid meeting Stanley. She could feel how she was consumed by embarrassment every time he stared at her with those eyes of his.
• Stanley was currently sitting in the large living room that had a simple and luxurious style on his custom-made couch. Long legs folded, he leaned into the couch with his arms across his chest as he patiently waited for the woman to come out and try on a few formal dresses.
• He couldn't help but be annoyed by how much longer she needed to finish her plate of pasta.
• Even Stanley was done eating and had placed his empty plate in front of the coffee table.
• At last, the man who hated waiting on others finally got up and walked to the dining area.
• His facial features were particularly sharp under the sunlight penetrating through the window. When he saw the woman sitting in the dining chair in a daze, his gaze grew so intense that it looked bottomless.
• He then followed her gaze, only to see that she was staring at his car.
• Melinda didn't notice Stanley's presence in the dining area, and she couldn't hold herself back from cursing. "What bullsh*t is this? Is he not going to work?"
• "What did you say, Mrs. Fox?"
• She nearly jumped out of her skin upon hearing that. Her heart also missed a beat when she lifted her gaze to see the man standing in front of her looking like an icy mountain.
• As Stanley stared at her, he parted his thin lips and growled, "Your husband is a human being, not some 'bullsh*t'."
• Pretending to be calm, Melinda withdrew her gaze before rolling her eyes and getting up to walk toward the living room.
• She had just reached the living room when she saw the long row of dazzling and luxurious dresses that were a feast for the eyes.
• "Join me for a banquet this afternoon." Stanley stood beside her as he stated, "Pick one for yourself."
• Surprised, she looked at him and asked in an uncertain voice, "You want me to show my face in public?"