Chapter 913

Chapter 913:
He’d already heard her say she loved him, back when he woke up. But he hadn’t asked properly.
And no matter what anyone said, that mattered. Starting something messy almost always led to a messy end. He wanted to do it right.
Stella blinked, a little caught off guard. She turned to face him fully.
The soft pinks and purples of the sunset lit her face in a dreamy glow. She looked at him with that small, warm smile of hers.
“Sure, boyfriend,” she said, with gentle sincerity.
William reached for her, pulled her close, and kissed her—tender and slow. The sky burned behind them, bearing silent witness to the beginning of something real.
A few days later, just around lunchtime, Stella showed up at the hospital carrying a thermos from the villa.
She’d been cooking for William every day—trying different recipes she found in cookbooks and online articles. He needed solid nutrition to recover, and she wasn’t about to rely on bland hospital food.
Luckily, Stella had a natural talent for cooking. Even her experiments turned out decent.
That day, she stepped out of the elevator, thermos in hand, and spotted someone familiar sitting on a bench in the hallway. The person recognized her first. “Stella!”
Stella walked over and blinked in surprise. “Lena?”
It was definitely her. She was dressed in a light summer dress, but she looked pale and tired, clutching some medical reports in her lap.
Stella frowned, concerned. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”
Lena gave a small, shaky nod. Her eyes were red, like she’d just cried. “Yeah… my stomach’s been acting up again. I got some tests done. Doctor said it’s chronic gastritis. I’ll be fine, just need time to heal.”
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Then Lena’s gaze shifted to the thermos in Stella’s hand. Her voice turned curious. “You bringing food for someone? Is a relative sick?”
Stella looked down at the thermos, then smiled. She didn’t hide it. “Yeah, my boyfriend’s recovering here. Thought I’d bring him some lunch.”
Lena blinked. “Boyfriend?” Then her eyes widened. “Wait—is it Mr. Briggs?” She clearly remembered William.
Stella nodded, her expression softening just at the mention of his name.
Lena caught that look instantly. The way Stella’s whole vibe changed—so calm, so tender—made it obvious. Her smile widened. “Mr. Briggs is hurt? Is it serious? You’re amazing, by the way. Cooking for him and coming here every day…”
Stella waved it off, not wanting to get into the details. “It’s okay. He’s doing much better now.”
Lena looped her arm through Stella’s like they were old friends, her voice warm and teasing. “Cooking every single day has to be exhausting, right? You’re juggling work and looking after a patient, Stella—that’s no small thing.” Her words caught Stella off guard, but they warmed her all the same.
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