Chapter 919

Chapter 919:
Stella just wanted to give her a safe place to land. Just long enough for Lena to get back on her feet.
William shrugged, his tone softer than before. “Your call. There’s more than enough room in the villa.”
As long as Stella was happy, he could tolerate a stranger living under his roof.
Since moving into the villa, Stella had followed the doctor’s instructions to a T—designing rehab routines, planning meals, and making sure William got everything he needed.
He was still weak, sure, but his face had more color these days. And that sharpness—his natural authority—was slowly making a comeback.
After that awkward moment with the fruit, Lena seemed to dial things way down. She stuck to her duties and took full control of the kitchen.
She rotated soups, cooked healthy meals, and presented each dish with care. They weren’t just nutritious—they looked and tasted amazing.
Stella hadn’t even bothered to try the other maids’ cooking after that. Lena’s food was on another level.
Lena also had this habit of timing things just right—almost like she always knew when Stella was caught up with work.
That day, Stella had to be at the lab all afternoon—she’d skipped out early too many times lately and needed to make up for it.
Around noon, Lena brought out a bowl of steaming fish soup and placed it in front of William, who was sitting at the dining table. “Mr. Briggs,” she said softly, “fresh fish soup—calms the nerves and helps with healing. Try to have it while it’s still hot.”
Not wanting to hover, she stepped back and kept quiet.
Later that afternoon, she appeared at the study door. She knocked lightly, then poked her head in. “Mr. Briggs, the weather’s amazing today. Want me to help you out to the garden?”
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“Being stuck indoors all day can’t be much fun.”
William didn’t even look up. His voice was cold. “I’m busy. Leave.”
He finally had enough energy to go through Briggs Group contracts again—and garden walks weren’t exactly high on the list.
Lena didn’t flinch. She just nodded and backed off quietly.
A little while later, William wheeled himself out of the bathroom.
As he came out, he spotted Lena standing near the study door with a vase in her hands.
The second she noticed him, she froze—then quickly recovered, flashing a polite smile. “Mr. Briggs,” she said brightly, “look at these flowers I picked from the garden. I arranged them myself. Thought they might brighten up the study… maybe lift your mood a little.”
Lena spoke gently, her voice coated in deliberate sweetness. She looked at William with shy, admiring eyes, like a timid little deer.
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