Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

"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.noveldrama

"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'.

"Oh? Got someone you're into lately?"

He asked, nonchalantly lighting a cigarette, his face clearly showing disbelief-as if to say, let's hear your story.

It was then Stella realized Beck had no interest in her whatsoever.

Sure, 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 'sister', somewhat related by blood to the Sanders, he definitely wouldn't see her as someone to be involved with romantically.

Talk about shooting herself in the foot.

Stella felt a wave of disappointment, especially noticing his mocking expression, which made her feel even worse.

In Beck's eyes, someone like her probably doesn't understand what liking

someone means.

"Beck, I..."

Before she could finish, Beck, losing his patience, tossed the cigarette into a nearby trash can.

"Alright, that person you 'like' is really unlucky then. Does he know about all the other guys you have on the side?"

Stella gave a bitter smile, meeting his gaze.

"He knows, he's even caught me in the act before."

"Stella, do you think he could possibly like you then?"

Stella deflated completely, "Impossible, I'm just deluding myself."

"It's good that you understand."

Beck couldn't care less about her at this point. He thought she was sick, but it turned out she was just lovesick.

Planning to head back to his room, he was stopped by her grabbing his sleeve.

The next second, Beck's face was cupped in her hands.

The woman before him suddenly tiptoed, her lips meeting his, her tongue daringly attempting to follow suit.

Beck's pupils constricted sharply, his mind going blank.

Seconds later, he forcefully pushed her away.

Stella, hit by the force, crashed into the wall, making a loud noise.

She frowned slightly, looking up only to see Beck with a disgusted expression.

When someone is pushed to the limit, they often become incredibly calm.

Like Beck right now, wishing he could just kick Stella out immediately, but he just gave her cold glance before striding back to his own bedroom. fo

Stella stood still, touching her lips, the lingering sensation still there.

She looked up at the ceiling.

The sound of Beck slamming the door echoed throughout the corridor, impossible for Stella not to hear.

She slowly walked to his door, intending to knock, but his voice came from inside. "Get lost, I don't want to see you right now."

He must have guessed she followed.

Stella's knocking gesture paused mid-air, but she finally managed to say. "Beck, I was just joking, don't be mad."

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Beck was at a loss for words, he never joked about such things.

"Beck, if you're mad, I guess you could just kiss me back."