Chapter 483
Chapter 483:
Stella, now more aware, felt the tension.
She lightly tapped his arm. “You can put me down. I’m fine now.”
William ignored her and walked right past Willow without a glance.
Stella looked back. Willow stood frozen, tears in her eyes. The scene felt impossible to fix.
“William, what are you doing?” she asked quietly. “I don’t need help.”
“You almost drowned. Let me finish what I started.”
Stella frowned. “This isn’t helping. You’re just making things worse.” Willow’s glare earlier had been lethal.
William didn’t reply. In minutes, they were at her room. Stella blinked. “How do you know where I’m staying?”
William raised an eyebrow. “Go change.”
Stella sighed, went inside, showered, and changed.
As they walked toward the deck, she hesitated. “You should explain things to Ms. Lawson,” she said, “so she doesn’t misunderstand.”
William looked at her. “Misunderstand what?”
Stella stared at him. “You know what.”
William met her eyes. “Do I?”
His gaze was deep, unreadable.
Stella didn’t answer. She walked ahead.
The deck was buzzing again. Willow stood in the crowd, crying quietly as her friends tried to comfort her.
Nearby, Sharon and Josie stood at the buffet table, snacking and watching.
Sharon spoke through a mouthful. “Her tears look fake, right?”
Josie shot Willow a glance. “Totally.”
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“William, what are you doing?” she asked quietly. “I don’t need help.”
“You almost drowned. Let me finish what I started.”
Stella frowned. “This isn’t helping. You’re just making things worse.” Willow’s glare earlier had been lethal.
William didn’t reply. In minutes, they were at her room. Stella blinked. “How do you know where I’m staying?”
William raised an eyebrow. “Go change.”
Stella sighed, went inside, showered, and changed.
As they walked toward the deck, she hesitated. “You should explain things to Ms. Lawson,” she said, “so she doesn’t misunderstand.”
William looked at her. “Misunderstand what?”
Stella stared at him. “You know what.”
William met her eyes. “Do I?”
His gaze was deep, unreadable.
Stella didn’t answer. She walked ahead.
The deck was buzzing again. Willow stood in the crowd, crying quietly as her friends tried to comfort her.
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