25. If he really likes me, he will come

Two days later**

The Milan Villa,

Afternoon,

Stella's point of view....

"Miss Miller, your lunch is ready, should I bring it to your room or will you come down at the table?" the lady with big fat specs asked me in her as usually firm and polite tone.

I was looking out of the window when she addressed me, "No thanks, Mrs. Black, I am not hungry now. You can leave the food in the kitchen, I will eat it." And I continued to look out of the window only when I replied her.

However, after my reply, she did not move. I can sense her lean tall figure standing beside me while I sat down on the window sill and stared out. I can feel her eyes watching me silently, with her lips quivering to tell me to move out of the room and to the lunch table with her. Because I have not touched a grain of food after that night.

"Oh Miss. Miller, you have not eaten anything fo