"Okay," Jasper Milton agreed.
It was just a simple word, but Stella Grace felt like a raging wave had swept her away.
It signified his trust after a long journey. Finally, she felt a little warm in her heart.
Her cold expression melted. She lowered her eyes and leaned against the bed slowly.
"Are you going to lie down?" Jasper asked and immediately helped to take the pillow away.
Stella held his hand. She softened her voice and asked, "Did you have dinner? I'll cook for you."
"You're the patient here. It's not appropriate for me to ask you to cook. Let's go out for dinner tonight. Do you have anything you want to eat?" Jasper asked, somewhat distressed.
Stella pondered for a moment.
"When I was studying in the States, I loved Aglio olio pasta, roasted lamb, and pumpkin bisque. I remembered that there was a very famous place near my school. Shall we go there together?" Stella invited.
