Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Beck's fingers paused on his laptop, baffled by the idea that someone could exist in this world without ever having tasted coffee. Considering Stella's thick-skinned nature and her history of deceiving him, he took her claim as nothing more than a jest. Stella, probably feeling peckish, finished off her fruit and started sucking on her fingers one by one.

A twitch formed between Beck's eyebrows. Annoyed, he grabbed a napkin from the side and threw it at her face.

"Is the Sanders family not feeding you enough?"

Stella's sly eyes narrowed, and she remained silent, taking the napkin to wipe the fruit juice from her fingers.

Her quiet demeanor made Beck wonder if he had been too harsh. Even though she wasn't lacking in food and clothing now, she must have faced hunger in the past. But from the moment she started school, she had always found a way to ensure she was well-provided for, living comfortably ever since.

To him, Bonnie and Morgan's tactics seemed amateurish, but he realized they could be devastating to someone with less resilience.

Stella continued to stay silent.

Eventually feeling a pang of guilt, Beck pushed the fruit bowl towards her. "Go ahead, eat. It's not like I said you couldn't."

Stella tossed her napkin into the trash and glanced at him before picking up another piece of fruit. Suddenly, she laughed. "Beck, I've noticed that whenever I stay quiet, you start to question yourself. You really do have high moral standards, huh?"

a shadow passed over

this all on purpose?" he asked, irritation

shrugged, an enigmatic

in the morning, Beck found

"Get out."

stomach, feigning pity. "Let me finish eating first,

couldn't possibly be lacking money, let alone a piece of fruit to eat. Her pitiful act was most likely just

wrist, pulling her towards the living

out, narrowly avoiding getting her nose smashed as the

he was genuinely

hand, a warm feeling

breakfast, Beck decided to call some friends for a drink but was interrupted

"Didn't I

sitting in the garden outside, drinking tea for

her audacity to stay unbelievable, strode towards the glass garden room. There, he found Stella indeed asleep on a lounge chair, looking

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