Chapter 427
Chapter 427:
William narrowed his eyes. “Was that Shaun on the phone?”
Stella nodded. “Yeah. Nixon’s been taken in, so Shaun’s scrambling to find a new supplier. Bit of a mess.”
William let out a quiet scoff. Of course, she was still worrying about Shaun’s business, like it was her responsibility. Classic Stella.
“Stay away from that guy,” William muttered. “Don’t even text him if you don’t have to. Shaun’s bad news.”
Stella blinked, thrown off. He’d said this before, but it still didn’t sit right with her.
From her experience, Shaun had always been decent—helped her out when she first moved, gave her a few good gigs. She never got any bad vibes.
“He’s been good to me, though. After I spent all my savings purchasing an apartment, he gave me a few side jobs. I made some decent money. Doesn’t really seem like a creep.”
While she spoke, she poured a cup of water and walked over to him.
His lips were dry—he probably needed it.
But when she handed him the cup, their fingers brushed. Stella flinched, like she’d touched fire, and William—already weak—fumbled and dropped it. Water splashed all over the blanket.
“Crap—sorry! I didn’t mean to!” she blurted, grabbing tissues and rushing to mop it up.
William gave a long sigh, somewhere between exasperated and amused. “So I warn you about Shaun, and your way of disagreeing is to drench me? That your revenge?”
William couldn’t believe how quickly Stella was to stick up for Shaun.
“I said it was an accident!” she snapped, flustered.
The blanket was soaked, so Stella called a nurse to come change it.
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She crouched beside the bed, careful of his stitches, and slid her arm around his back to help him up. She helped him to the couch.
But William wasn’t exactly light. Dead weight, really. Trying to haul him up was like moving a fridge with noodle arms.
By the time they reached the couch, her legs gave out—and she collapsed with him onto it.
She landed on him. Limbs tangled. Awkward pressure. Her hand hit somewhere it really shouldn’t have. One wrong move, and things could go from bad to scandalous real fast.
Mortified, Stella tried to scramble off him—only to slip on the damp floor and crash right back down, this time practically in his lap.
The nurse walked in just in time to witness the entire scene.
William winced with a low grunt. Stella freaked out. “Oh my god, I swear that was an accident! Are your stitches okay?”
The nurse glanced at the scene, barely containing her laughter as she started pulling off the wet sheets. “Miss, your boyfriend’s still recovering,” she said with a smirk. “Keep this up, and you’ll tear his stitches wide open.”
Stella flushed. Thankfully, William’s bandages showed no blood, so no real damage was done.
She gave an awkward smile. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Briggs!”
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