Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2094

"What are you crying for?"

"Beck, I'll find a way to make it up to you someday."

Beck didn't say a word. Someday?

If she can't even manage a simple apology now, acting as if she knows nothing, what about the future?

He saw that lifeless look on Stella again, his hand resting on her back. After a moment of thought, he gave her a firm squeeze.

"Stella, come with me to the hospital tomorrow, get a check-up."

Stella was startled, thinking he had noticed something, and immediately stepped back.

"I won't go."

"Haven't you noticed? You've lost a lot of weight."

From the first time he saw her to now, barely two months had passed, but she had slimmed down significantly, looking rather pitiful.

Stella was supposed to be this vibrant, fox-like beauty. How could she suddenly look like this? Could there be something wrong with her health?

Stella lowered her eyelashes.

"Beck, I'm really fine, I'm just... lovesick."

Hearing this, Beck was close to bursting out laughing.

After stringing along so many guys, how could she claim to be lovesick? That's almost an insult to the word 'like'.

someone you're into

face clearly showing disbelief-as if

Beck had no interest in

Beck might seem like a player, but he's actually the most upright and innocent member of the Sanders clan. Given her current status as his

herself

wave of disappointment, especially noticing his mocking expression, which

Beck's eyes, someone like her

someone means.

"Beck, I..."

his patience, tossed the cigarette

unlucky then. Does he know about all the

bitter smile, meeting his

he's even caught me

he could possibly like

completely, "Impossible, I'm just deluding

that

her at this point. He thought she was

to head back to his room, he

second, Beck's face

suddenly tiptoed, her lips meeting his, her tongue

constricted sharply, his

forcefully

by the force, crashed into

to see Beck

to the limit, they

could just kick Stella out immediately, but he just gave her cold glance before striding