Chapter 599

Chapter 597:

Stella stood there for three long minutes, her legs growing numb. She then walked to the bed and turned on the lamp. As soon as Stella switched on the light, she noticed someone sitting on the sofa and immediately looked over.

Seeing RK, Stella realized that she could no longer hide the truth. She had wanted to keep it a secret for a few more days, but now she had to confront it. “When did you get here?”

Stella hadn’t spoken to anyone for a long time and felt as though her voice wasn’t her own. “Before you came in,” RK replied, leaning back on the sofa as he watched her closely. He was curious about how Stella would explain her situation to him.

“Well, it’s late. You should go back to your room,” Stella said, directly ordering him to leave.

“Shouldn’t you explain it to me?” RK asked, observing that Stella didn’t seem prepared to explain anything. Didn’t she realize he had been worried about her during this time?

“Remember to close the door when you leave,” she said, turning away and walking into the bathroom in her pajamas, locking the door behind her.

RK clenched his fists in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that Stella would treat him like this again, just as she had when she was recovering. He stood up and walked to the bathroom door, glancing at it. Finally, he relaxed his fists, sighed, and left Stella’s room.

Stella felt a wave of relief wash over her when she heard the sound of the door closing. She didn’t know how to face RK, so she could only retreat like this.

RK returned to his bedroom and found that Adrian hadn’t come back yet. He figured Adrian must be at Ruben’s place, so he took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to cool down. He felt overwhelmed with anger and needed to calm himself with cold water.

Meanwhile, looking at the lifeless Ruben, Adrian didn’t know what to say. He knew Emily would certainly feel shy about being kissed by Ruben in front of so many people. He deserved to be locked outside the door.

“Adrian! What’s wrong with me? Why doesn’t she like me?” Ruben lamented, forgetting that Adrian was still a child who didn’t understand these things.

“Eldest Uncle is great, but Godmother is better than you!” Adrian replied. He liked Ruben a lot, but in comparison, Emily was much more important to him.

Your imagination starts at g Ɐ ln σ ν풆 ℓs.conn Hearing Adrian’s words, Ruben wanted to beat him up. What did Adrian mean by saying he wasn’t as good as Emily? “Hurry up and go back to your father’s room. Don’t bother me here!” Ruben waved impatiently at Adrian, telling him to leave.

Adrian pouted, ignoring Ruben. He lay down on the bed, put on his slippers, and made a face at Ruben before leaving. When Ruben heard the sound of the door closing, he knew Adrian had left, but he was still curious about why Emily had acted this way.

It was just a kiss; why had she bitten him? It wasn’t like he had never kissed her before.

Ruben touched his bitten lips and rolled over on the bed.

Adrian returned to RK’s room. Just as RK stepped out of the shower, he saw Adrian and thought of Stella. He wasn’t sure if he should tell Adrian that Stella had recovered. But then he thought that maybe Stella didn’t want him to tell Adrian. Therefore, RK decided not to mention it. He simply asked Adrian to wash up and go to bed.

That night, no one slept well, except Adrian.

Tristan woke up early in the morning and prepared breakfast, but Alice still didn’t come out. He walked to the door of Alice’s bedroom and gently knocked. When no sound came for a long while, he grew concerned.

Fearing something might have happened to Alice, he opened her door. Upon entering, Tristan saw Alice sitting in her wheelchair, as if she had been gazing out the window all night.

“Alice...” Tristan called softly, unsure of how to comfort her.

He didn’t know what the person Alice was looking for looked like, so he helped her back into the room.

“Tristan, I’m fine. Can you listen to me if I tell you a story?” Alice said without looking up. Her gaze remained fixed outside the window; no one knew what she was watching.

“Okay,” Tristan replied, moving a chair to sit beside her, ready to listen quietly.

“Let’s continue from last time,” Alice’s calm voice reached Tristan’s ears, but he could hear the sadness woven into her words.

Tristan nodded in response, encouraging her to continue.

“I remember that when I bumped into him, I almost fell down. At that moment, I didn’t expect him to help me,” Alice recalled, covering her face with her hand. She felt embarrassed at having almost fallen in front of someone.

She waited a long time and found that she hadn’t fallen. Then she quietly lifted her finger and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her.

Perhaps he was a little impatient. After helping Alice up, he released the hand that had just held her.

When Alice came to her senses, the man had already turned and walked away.

“Hey! What’s your name?” she called out, feeling a sudden urge to know his name.

“Seventeen,” he replied without understanding why he had subconsciously answered her question, yet he didn’t stop.

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