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

nonchalantly lighting a cigarette, his face clearly showing disbelief-as if to say, let's hear

realized Beck had no interest in her

upright and innocent member of the Sanders clan. Given her current status as his 'sister', somewhat related by blood to the

herself in

of disappointment, especially noticing his mocking expression, which made her

eyes, someone like her probably doesn't

someone means.

"Beck, I..."

patience, tossed

then. Does he know about all

gave a bitter smile, meeting

even caught

he could possibly like

"Impossible, I'm just

good that you

at this point. He thought she

head back to his room, he was

Beck's face was cupped in her

him suddenly tiptoed, her lips meeting his, her

sharply, his mind

he forcefully pushed her

into

to see

to the limit, they often become incredibly

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