NovelEnglishStella was still trying to process the whirlwind of events. She had to admit, Beck's tender gestures had definitely stirred something
within her, leaving her momentarily speechless.
Beck, clearly exhausted, had settled back down, wrapping her securely in his arms.
Stella often had dreams like this, where Beck treated her with such warmth, but now that it was happening in reality, she found
herself feeling unexpectedly shy.
Beck was truly worn out; he slept soundly through the night without stirring. Meanwhile, Stella tossed and turned, unable to sleep
until the early hours, when she finally nestled carefully into Beck's embrace.
She wasn't sure how long Beck would be staying this time; this fleeting happiness felt almost like a stolen moment.
The next morning, despite her exhaustion, she got out of bed to make breakfast.
When Beck woke up, the bed was empty. He reached out groggily before quickly getting up to look around.
Stella was in the kitchen, boiling water and preparing breakfast. The place was pretty basic, but apart from a few inconveniences,
life here was actually quite pleasant.
Beck watched her from the doorway for a moment, not wanting to let her do everything on her own, so he stepped forward to help.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDave, a big guy who'd never really learned how to cook, was surprised to find two people in the cramped kitchen when he got up.
Once he realized it was Beck, his expression turned mocking.
"Mr. Sanders, you're not exactly cut out for this kind of work. Better leave it to Stella."
Beck, holding a pot lid, didn't know much about cooking, but unlike Dave, he wasn't just going to stand there talking.
After helping Stella finish breakfast, Beck started suggesting that she shoulde back to New York with him.
Dave, seemingly intent on opposing him, chimed in sarcastically. "Mr. Sanders, you've only been here a few days. Stay a while
longer. Or is it the rustic charm of the place getting to you? Remember, Stella stayed here with a baby on the way for a whole year
to avoid the chaos back in New York."
At the mention of the baby, everyone fell silent.
Dave regretted his words instantly, knowing he was touching on a sensitive subject for Stella.
He fell quiet, focusing on his breakfast.
Beck, however, gently ruffled Stella's hair, offering silentfort.
Though she had been feeling a pang of sadness, Beck's touch seemed to soothe her, making her feel inexplicably healed. Perhaps
she was always this vulnerable around Beck, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing.
After breakfast, Stella went to help Dave with planting flowers, while Beck stayed behind to do the dishes.
Just as Stella reached the door, she heard the sound of breaking crockery from the kitchen. She hurried back to find Beck crouching
on the floor, picking up shards.
"Lethandle it," she offered.
But Beck quietly disposed of the pieces in the trash.
The floor wasn't smooth tile but uneven wood, easy to trip on. It was hard to imagine Stella living here for a year, especially while
expecting.
The longer Beck stayed, the more he realized how tough that year must have been for her, especially with a baby on the way.
Taking a deep breath, he finished washing the dishes and suddenly pulled Stella into his arms.
Stella froze, then gently placed her hands around his waist.
Her touch was so light it almost pained Beck.
They stood like that for a while, until Dave walked in, rolling his eyes.
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"Are you two planning to hold that pose forever? Or are you actually going to help plant those flowers?"
Stella quickly let go of Beck and hurried ahead. "Yes, of course. Let's get to it."
Beck's gaze lingered on Dave, eyes narrowed with a hint of challenge.
But Dave wasn't intimidated. After all, this was the borderlands, his territory. No matter how powerful New York was, it couldn't
reach this far.
Without furtherment, Beck followed them, carrying water behind Stella.
Dave stood a little distance away, refraining from interrupting.
He could see Stella was genuinely happy, at least for now.
In the past year, he'd never seen her this content.
She was clearly head over heels, and no one could pull her back. Since that was the case, he didn't see the point in being the
villain, as long as Beck truly cared for her.
He was curious to see just how long Beck would last in this place.
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