Chapter 994
"Of course!" Stella said proudly, "My husband is so handsome; no one can bear to neglect him."
Mason Parker remained silent. Did she marry Alexander just because he was good-looking?
"Father Alexander is around thirty years old, and does he still need someone to coax him to sleep?" Mason said disdainfully, "I've been sleeping on my own since I was a child without needing the masters to coax me!"
"That's impressive!" Stella gave him a thumbs up. Then she placed her hand on Mason's head, turning him towards the church. "I'm starving; let's go eat!"
"You aren't enthusiastic about morning prayers, but you're enthusiastic about eating!" Mason grumbled, "Is it because you know there are donuts today?"
Stella really didn't know.
Her heavy mood in the morning lightened considerably at the thought of donuts.
On the way, Mason kept repeating. Then he asked, "Have Father Alexander and Father Ben really made up?"
Stella replied patiently, "Yes."
A few steps later, Mason asked again, "Since they've made up, are you leaving soon? Will you come back often?"
Stella thought seriously and said, "We should be staying for a long time this time."
"How long is a long time?" Mason immediately asked.
Stella looked at him. "Why do you have so many questions?"
Mason fell silent. He walked several steps with his head down.
In the end, Mason couldn't hold back. "I heard from the parishioners that Father Alexander is now an antique dealer. Is that true?"
"Yes." Stella nodded.
In fact, Stella had never felt much about Alexander's profession. She hadn't seen Alexander engage in any related business activities. But there was no shortage of money coming in. Now, whenever Alexander received money, he would immediately transfer it to her account. According to Preston, some new project contracts now directly listed her account for payments.
Stella didn't ask much about these things. Anyway, she kept a good record of all the money Alexander sent her.
"Do you understand antiques?" Mason continued.
Stella found Mason a bit strange. "Why should I understand that? I'm not an antique dealer!"
"Stella!" Mason suddenly became serious. "Don't fall too deeply in love!"
Stella sighed.
Had he noticed?
"Just last month, a parishioner came here crying, saying her husband had another woman and took all the family's money, business, and house, leaving her with nothing!" Mason said earnestly, "Do you know why?"
"Why?" Stella asked cooperatively.
Based on Mason's previous words, it was easy to guess.
"Because she trusted her husband too much, never asking about his business, just taking care of the in-laws and children at home!" Mason said seriously, "Stella, you seem naive, and if you fall too deeply in love, you could be in danger!"
Mason wasn't particularly knowledgeable, but he knew enough. Many people came and went to the church, sharing their stories and seeking help. Mason heard a lot every day, and his clever mind gleaned some insights.
Now, he thought of Stella like a mother and naturally didn't want her to become one of those crying women.
His mother hadn't been able to live well in this world. He hoped that Stella, who was like a mother to him, could live a peaceful life, free from disaster and hardship.
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