Novel Square
Chapter 3 Eat More
Chapter 3 Eat More
Chapter 3 Eat More
She put on a piece of clothing and stepped out into the courtyard, where she saw Liam practicing.
Stripped to the waist, he was lifting dumbbells alternately with his hands. His abs were illuminated by
the morning light, and he looked like Apollo descending to Earth. Stella's face burned a little, and she
softly greeted him. "Good morning!"
Liam turned and took a glance at her.
Stella looked around the courtyard. It was small and cluttered, with sandbags, boxing gloves, baseball
bats, and dumbbells placed haphazardly. Her heart tightened. Whether or not the rumors were true,
Liam must have had his fair share of fights.
She wondered about his temper.
She had heard that men here were very macho and that it was common for them to beat their wives
when drunk.
Stella bit her lip and took small steps forward, holding her breath as she asked him, "Have you had
breakfast yet?"
"No," the man replied indifferently. "Go ahead and make it."
Stella nodded and ran into the kitchen.
She worked quickly and soon had a pot of millet porridge, fried egg cakes, and a plate of sauced beef
ready. She pushed them toward Liam.
Liam looked up and met her smiling eyes. At that moment, his heart stirred, prompting him to grab a
piece of beef and set it on her plate.
Stella was stunned and just wanted to push it back when she heard the man's low voice. "You're so
thin. You should eat more." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
"Oh..."
She pursed her lips. In fact, she had a lot to talk to Liam about. For example, she wanted to apologize
for what had happened last night. It was a normal thing for newlyweds, but she had acted as if he were
forcing her.
She also wanted to ask him about his plans for the future. They were a couple now, and their life
together should have a direction.
And she didn't know anything about his occupation or how he earned money.
They still had so much to learn about each other.
Liam, however, just bent his face over his plate without a word. When he raised his hand, the thick
calluses on his knuckles were visible. They were worn from countless hits against the sandbag.
Stella swallowed back the words that came to her tongue.
Their first meal together was long and silent. Stella's heart was heavy with unspoken grievances, but
there was no turning back.
"By the way," she asked, "do you have any plans for today?"
Liam froze. "What's wrong?"
"I'm going downtown to return the wedding dress," she replied with a smile.
Liam's eyes stilled. He hadn't been involved in the wedding preparations and didn't know that her
wedding dress was rented. Didn't most women buy their own wedding dresses for their once-in-a-
lifetime event? The thought gave him an inexplicable feeling.
"I'm not asking you to come with me!" Stella hurriedly explained when she saw his silence. "I can return
the wedding dress myself. If you have anything to do, go ahead with it."
The man hummed lightly.
They interacted with the polite respect of roommates.
Stella washed the wedding dress, packed it into a bag, and took several buses to reach the bridal
store. It was almost noon by the time she arrived.
When she got married, the Taylor family hadn't prepared anything for her except for a verbally
promised dowry. She had searched the streets herself to find a wedding dress store that met her style
and price preferences. The store was small, and the clerks were used to looking down on people,
especially those like Stella who rented their wedding dresses.
"Miss, are you sure we can rent this wedding dress out again?" The clerk sneered, full of contempt.
"Look at it. It's a mess!"