Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2115

Beck felt a rush of emotion. It was as if Stella was willing to confine herself to a small world just for him. But as he pondered it, he

realized Stella had already been living that way. Maybe she had been ready for this all along, while he had been the one hesitating.

Over dinner, Beck mentioned his plans to return to North America and asked Dave what he intended to do. Dave sighed, knowing

Stella was resolute in her decision.

Stella, sensing Dave's worries, offered a suggestion. "Why don't youe to North America with us? You can still take on work

there and keep earning," she said.

Dave sipped his coffee thoughtfully. "You've givenall your money, Stella. | could retire if | wanted to. But money or not, you're

still my best friend," he replied, emphasizing his loyalty. He wouldn't havee back to this place otherwise, Stella understood.

Beck noticed the silent exchange between them, feeling a pang in his chest. He pulled Stella into his arms. "Don't worry about

Dave. With his hacking skills, he'll never be out of work. I'll make sure he's taken care of," Beck reassured her.

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Dave rolled his eyes but decided not to provoke any further. He put down his plate and headed out.

After Beck and Stella finished washing dishes, they lay together by the window, watching the stars twinkle in the clear, unspoiled

sky. Stella nestled against Beck, soothed by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Beck gently stroked her hair, and after a long silence, he made a promise. "Stella, | promise to take care of you from now on."

Stella didn't respond with words. She was grateful for the nthat had led her to Beck. It didn't matter what she was called.

The next morning, they packed up to return to North America. The first thing Stella did back on North American soil was to visit the

grave of the mute girl who, it turned out, was Beck's sister.

Though they weren't close, she was part of the Sanders family. It was then Beck discovered the real Stella had passed away. A

crease formed on his brow as he sighed, but he doubted Boris Sanders would care.

Boris had be reckless after learning Stella wasn't a true Sanders, and with an facing his own downfall, the family quickly

fell apart. There had been no contact with Beck since, which was a relief, sparing him future trouble.

Once back at his villa, Beck led Stella to her old guest room. But he paused at the door, his tone light. "Are you planning to sleep

alone from now on?"

Stella's cheeks flushed red. She quickly sat up from the bed. "What about with you?"

Beck approached, taking her hand and leading her to his room. "What do you think?"

Stella followed without protest, matching his steps.

That night, Beck arranged for a nutritionist to plan meals for Stella, determined to help her regain her strength. She'd lost weight

too rapidly, and he wanted to make sure she was healthy.

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On her first night back at the villa, she slept soundly. The next morning, she found her wardrobe newlyanized, with a collection

of the latest women's fashion in her size. The housekeeper informed her that Beck had prepared everything.

Stella chuckled, realizing her favorite TV shows might not have been exaggerating after all.

She went outside to find Beck watering the garden. The housekeeper smiled warmly. "The master never used to do this himself. He

loves the garden but usually left the work to others. This time, he seems truly invested."

Stella smiled, stepping up to hold Beck's hand. He paused, feeling her presence. "If you like it, we can plant more flowers here," he

offered.

"That sounds perfect," she replied.

Together, they strolled through the blooming garden. Stella gently touched each flower, feeling a sense of surreal happiness. Yet

the hand holding hers reminded her it was all real, and they had a long future ahead together.