Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2113

Stella was still trying to process the whirlwind of events. She had to admit, Beck's tender gestures had definitely stirred something within her, leaving her

momentarily speechless.

Beck, clearly exhausted, had settled back down, wrapping her securely in his arms.

Stella often had dreams like this, where Beck treated her with such warmth, but now that it was happening in reality, she found herself feeling unexpectedly shy.

Beck was truly worn out; he slept soundly through the night without stirring. Meanwhile, Stella tossed and turned, unable to sleep until the early hours, when she finally nestled carefully into Beck's embrace.

She wasn't sure how long Beck would be staying this time; this fleeting happiness felt almost like a stolen moment.

The next morning, despite her exhaustion, she got out of bed to make breakfast.

When Beck woke up, the bed was empty. He reached out groggily before quickly getting up to look around.

Stella was in the kitchen, boiling water and preparing breakfast. The place was pretty basic, but apart from a few inconveniences, life here was actually quite pleasant.

Beck watched her from the doorway for a moment, not wanting to let her do everything on her own, so he stepped forward to help.

Dave, a big guy who'd never really learned how to cook, was surprised to find two people in the cramped kitchen when he got up. Once he realized it was Beck, his expression turned mocking.

"Mr. Sanders, you're not exactly cut out for this kind of work. Better leave it to Stella."

Beck, holding a pot lid, didn't know much about cooking, but unlike Dave, he wasn't just going to stand there talking.

breakfast, Beck started suggesting that she should come back to New York with

Or is it the rustic charm of the place getting to you? Remember, Stella stayed here with a baby on the way for a whole year to avoid the chaos

the baby, everyone

words instantly, knowing he was

quiet, focusing on

Stella's

feel inexplicably

with planting flowers,

as Stella reached the door, she heard the

from the

to find

floor,

handle it," she

disposed of the pieces in the

on. It was hard to imagine Stella living

Beck stayed, the more he realized how tough that year

a deep breath, he finished washing the dishes

gently placed her

was so light it almost pained

a while, until Dave

Or are you

let go of Beck and hurried ahead. "Yes, of