Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2060

Stella had just settled into her room for the night when the commotion outside began.

First, it was Bonnie's voice, loud and clear, followed by Morgan's deep tones. Stella simply rolled over, choosing to ignore the disturbance. It seemed Bonnie wanted to be heard, her voice deliberately raised.

After their raucous activity, Bonnie tried to enter Stella's room, only to find it locked from the inside. Frustrated and fuming, she started kicking the door.

"Stella, get out here now!" she demanded.

But Stella, accustomed to falling asleep amidst chaos, merely closed her eyes tighter. The month she'd spent with the Sanders family had been the most peaceful of her life. Here, she didn't have to worry about a neighbor breaking into her place in the middle of the night, hiding in a cramped bathroom to call the cops, muffling her sobs, or hearing whispers that she must have done something to provoke such behavior.

In this house, at least, she could sleep without those fears.

Bonnie continued to bang and kick, but the door remained closed. She turned to Morgan, buttoning up her shirt in frustration.

"This little witch is getting bold, ignoring us now?" she spat.

from Bonnie would have Stella mimicking a dog without hesitation. But now, separated

his arms around Bonnie,

it's late. Let's just go

we'll sleep. But tomorrow

around 6 AM, Beck descended the stairs only to hear from a servant that someone was sitting at the front gate. Brow furrowed, he opened his living room door and found Stella seated on the marble steps. "What

rose, dusting off her

Beck. Your place serves the best breakfast,"

as breakfast. He sighed, running hand through his hair as he headed to

the morning? What was she doing here so early, or was she

downstairs to find Stella curled up on the couch, asleep in a protective position. He remembered from

preparing breakfast, and Beck, intending to cover Stella with a blanket, bent towards her.

frowned, tossing the blanket at her.

quickly smiled. "Sorry, Beck. Thought

mood for her excuses; he knew her too well. He grabbed his laptop to check on the revenue of the hotels he'd invested in.

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