Chapter 845
Chapter 845:
The girl’s sobs hitched. She tried to explain through hiccups of grief.
“We came here for… everything was supposed to be fun. But we argued, and he—he said he couldn’t stand my attitude anymore. Then he just walked out. It’s my first time abroad, and I don’t even speak the language here…” Her tears fell harder, slipping down her cheeks unchecked.
It didn’t take much to see she was genuinely lost, terrified of being alone in a foreign place she couldn’t navigate.
Stella glanced back toward William. Their eyes met for a beat, each catching the same flicker of sympathy in the other’s expression.
Just an argument? And he left her stranded in another country? What kind of man abandoned his girlfriend like that?
Stella pulled a wad of tissue from the table and handed it to the trembling girl. “Hey, try to calm down. If you trust me, come with us for now. We’ll help you find a place to stay and figure out how to contact your family or the embassy, alright?”
The girl, clutching at hope, nodded rapidly, choking out, “Thank you… thank you so much.”
William approached, his deep voice steady. “Let’s take her back to our hotel. We’ll arrange a separate room for her to stay in.”
Stella agreed with a nod, slipping an arm around the girl’s shoulders to support her weakened frame as they left the restaurant together.
William followed close behind. He had planned this dinner with great effort, yet an unexpected stranger had disrupted it.
Still, he didn’t blame Stella. Kindness was in her nature. But in the back of his mind, the girl’s sudden appearance struck him as odd.
Within thirty minutes, they arrived at their hotel. William secured a room for the girl on the same floor as theirs.
Stella took her inside, poured her a glass of warm water, and had the hotel send up a tray of light food.
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The girl seemed to have calmed down, though her expression remained fragile, her eyes red and timid.
“Try to eat a little, take a hot shower, and get some rest,” Stella said in a soothing tone. “Don’t worry, we’ve got you. What’s your name? Where are you from?”
The girl lowered her gaze, clutching the warm glass. “I’m Lena Woods… from Southville.”
“That’s a lovely name,” Stella’s tone was warm, reassuring. “Get some rest, Lena. If you need anything, we’re right next door. Tomorrow we’ll talk more about what happened with your boyfriend, alright?”
Lena’s eyes welled again as she whispered, “Thank you. I’d be lost without you.” After offering a few more comforting words, Stella quietly closed the door behind her.
Back in her suite, she found William standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, phone pressed to his ear, giving orders.
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