Stella's POV:
After cooking a few times with the hourly maid, I finally got the hang of cooking.
But I could only make some simple dishes.
After finishing, I tasted each one. The flavor wasn't amazing, but it was better than my previous attempts.
James came home about two hours later, much earlier than usual.
Hearing the door, I rushed over to open it for him, taking his car keys and phone to place on the entryway table and setting out his slippers.
Once he changed his shoes and came inside, I attentively tiptoed to help him off with his overcoat.
The weather was getting colder. Inside this warm, luxurious house, I didn't feel it, but the moment I opened the door, I sensed the chill of the winter.
James looked at me several times with a scrutinizing gaze, and I met each look with a
