Chapter 181 - Stop With The Pouting (2/2)

”But I am curious.” She pursed her lips.

”And curiosity killed the cat.” Adam added as he pinched her nose, making her to frown.

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”What are you doing here?” Adam questioned her as he entered the kitchen.

Stella, who was busy looking through the refrigerator, turned her face towards the entrance of the kitchen. She frowned looking at his disheveled state as he stood by the kitchen counter with his arms folded across his chest.

”What happened to you?” Stella asked him before shifting her attention back to the contents of the refrigerator.

”What are you doing here?” Adam repeated his question from earlier again.

”I was feeling a bit hungry, so here I am.” She replied to him.

Adam shook his head helplessly. Stella had somehow fallen asleep in his lap earlier. He had tucked her in a duvet carefully before going back to his study, he still needed to finish some work. Half an hour later, he decided to come back and have a look at her to make sure she was comfortable. But when he entered the room, he felt his soul leaving his body as soon as his eyes landed on the empty bad and the duvet which was lying on the floor.

He had looked for her like crazy in the whole mansion, including the rooftop, but didn't find her. It was already close to midnight and all the servants were resting in their quarters, so he roamed through the empty mansion in his own. He was about to go to their quarters but stopped when he saw that the kitchen light was turned on. Thinking that it might be the old butler, he made his way towards it, only to find his girl looking through the refrigerator.

”You could have asked anyone to bring you food.” He shook walked up to her to drag her away from the fridge. ”And didn't you eat anything at your dinner date?”

”I did. I am just feeling hungry.” She shrugged in response.

”You could have asked anyone to bring you food upstairs. Or you could have just told me to do so.” He picked her up and put her down on one of the three bar stools which were next to the kitchen counter. ”How's your foot doing?” He asked her, going around the counter again.

”It still hurts, but it's way better than before. I can at least walk.” She replied to him. ”And it's already midnight. I didn't want to disturb them. And I didn't want to disturb you either as you were doing your work.”

”To me, the work isn't important, you are. When will you get that through your thick skull?” He questioned her without turning away from the refrigerator.

”I don't have a thick skull, you do.” Even though she knew he couldn't see her face, she still pouted. ”And I have already checked in there, there is no left over food.”

”I know, I am not looking for left over food. I am looking for ingredients. And stop with the pouting.” He added without turning back.

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