NovelOnlineBut Maja just gave a small nod and handed the vase to a nearby maid, flashing Stella a brief smile.
"I've got a flight tonight, heading back to Greenfield with my husband. I hope next twe meet, we can be friends." Stella stood frozen, unable to even muster a goodbye.
She even recognized her own pettiness, a pettiness so profound it was almost unbearable to face.
She couldn't bring herself to meet Maja's gaze, afraid of finding disgust there.
Truth be told, she admired Maja and longed for her friendship. But the truth had been exposed, making such a wish pure fantasy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe remained in place long after Maja had left until Beck cover, glancing at the floral arrangement she had designed and grimacing.
"Ugly." That snapped Stella back to reality. Looking at Beck's handsface, she felt a sharp sting, especially on her cheeks, as if she had been slapped repeatedly.
Her pettiness, her darkness, and yet she dared to harbor such feelings.
No wonder she felt like she was on borrowed time. People like her belonged in a darker place.
It felt like divine retribution.
She coughed, noticing Beck's look of disdain as he spoke.
"We'll eat dinner before you go." Stella quietly wiped the blood from her palm with a tissue, stealing glances at Beck's retreating figure.
Why did fate have to bring Beck into her life at such a critical moment? Maja left on her evening flight, with Beck personally seeing her off.
He had wanted to include Stella, but she had been distant ever since her talk with Maja, lost in her own thoughts.
So, he left her be, joining the Sanders in bidding Maja farewell at the airport.
The Sanders' kids were all over lan, who insisted on carrying them, his pride evident.
Maja just let lan be, amused by his affection.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSaying goodbye to everyone, Maja nodded at Lily, who was curiously sucking on a lollipop and clinging to Dylan's sleeve. Beck stood there, feeling a sense of loss.
Back at the villa, he found the dinner table set but no appetite to match Stella, meanwhile, was engrossed in a gon the screen, cautious not to overwrite any saves. "Beck, you're back. Dinner's ready." She looked up from the game, ready to serve dinner, but Beck just headed upstairs.
"Beck?" Stella followed, puzzled by his sudden mood shift. At his bedroom door, she was abruptly pushed against the wall.
Beck scrutinized her face, his fingers pinching her chin as if trying to see into her soul.
Stella, confused, heard him curse softly.
"Ungrateful little thing." He used to call her a little liar; now, it was "ungrateful." Realization dawned on Stella-Beck must have overheard her earlier conversation.
Beck's e moraint was not due to lack of emotion but rather his upbringing.
Despite treating her kindly, his silence was not acceptance. et Feeling the weight of her actions, Stella's sorrow deepened. Rejected by Maja and now exposed in front of Beck, any pretense of innocence was impossible to maintain. But Beck wasn't done. "Well? Explain yourself." Trying to smile through tears, Stella found herself unable to, her emotions overtaking her.
To Beck's surprise, she was crying before he could say more, her body shaking in his arms.
He hesitated, then his hands gently rested on her back, realizing her turmoil was genuine. In that moment, barriers fell, revealing raw, unguarded emotions.
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