He had plenty of supplies backing him up. While he couldn't exactly feast on extravagant meals or eat whatever he wanted like in the old days, most of the time, he just ate dry rations.
But at least he'd never gone hungry. He'd never had to worry about his next meal.
But even with all that, Stella Sterling was somehow living even better than him?
'How did she do it?'
Suddenly, some thought crossed his mind, and Basil Xavier's expression turned frigid. Even his gaze on Stella Sterling grew cold and probing.
The first time he'd seen her, she killed without batting an eye. Even with Gordon Ford, a man she'd once had a serious relationship with, her attitude was hardly enthusiastic. On the contrary, she was somewhat cold and guarded.
'For two years, she'd not only avoided starvation but had lived well. Could it be that she...?'
His breath hitched, and his brow furrowed.
'He tried to force himself not to think about it.'
