Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2107

Stella was already at the gate, ready to board her flight. Beck tried calling her, but her phone was off.

A plane roared overhead as Beck frowned and dialed Dave's number, only to be met with the same result-voicemail.

His head was spinning with thoughts of what Stella had told him about the child. He couldn't shake the image of her alone in such a remote place, enduring who knows what kind of hardships.

What kind of courage had it taken for her to come back to North America?

Beck couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that this little trickster might actually have feelings for him. If she didn't, why would she have gone to such lengths?

But Stella had never said she liked him. Maybe she had, but he'd always dismissed it as a joke, a way to keep him on the hook, just a fling.

Standing there, anxiety gnawed at him.

Quickly, he had someone track down Stella's flight.

He caught the next one to follow, but by then, Stella was long gone from the city. Surveillance showed she had jumped into a cab and vanished.

Beck suddenly remembered her saying she had been living near the border. She was probably headed back there. But the border was vast; where exactly could she be?

He searched the area for ages but still couldn't find Stella.

Then, half a month later, Dylan called to ask what he'd been up to.

"I heard you haven't been to the office in two weeks?"

swallowed, feeling the rough stubble on his chin, a far cry from his usual polished

I've got some things to sort out over

That area's been chaotic lately, haven't

was a riot, and a mayor got

rubbed his temples, reluctant to spill the beans about

for a moment

tensed up. "Why would you bring up

call her name. You're usually so dismissive with women, I figured you didn't even know what real affection was. It sneaks up on you, like rain on a sunny day, and by the time you realize it, it's too

"I don't like her."

"Then come back."

a

didn't

Vor Stella. He looked

down

her, always had something sarcastic

to Jason, he had

whatever was coming, yet he couldn't help

of feelings were

was sitting on the couch, watching Lily fiddle with a very sharp knife, his

"Put it down."

tossed the knife in

caught