“Is it possible they’re out there searching for me? That they’re not gone?”
When Matthew heard her guess, he thought of something. He stroked her back with his hands from time to time and comforted her.
“If you want to find your parents, I will help you investigate.”
With a compliant nod, Stella consented to his help.
Later that night, after ensuring Stella had succumbed to sleep once more, Matthew bestowed a soft ki*s upon her lips. He then enveloped her in the comfort of the covers, turned off the lights, and retreated from the room.
Perhaps assured by Matthew’s vow, the troubling dream did not revisit Stella. When next she woke, morning Light spilled generously into the room, it was nine o’clock.
After washing up, Stella descended the stairs to hear noise in the kitchen.
As she observed Matthew’s focused efforts and recalled the unsuccessful breakfast he had prepared for her previously, Stella couldn’t resist but intervene.
“You’d better not cook this time. Let me handle it,” she suggested.
Matthew didn’t glance back as he countered, “You need to recover. I’m determined to master it this time.”
Stella wanted to insist, but her phone rang. It was an email from Mia’s assistant.
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The previous night, she had reached out, explaining her recent accident and requesting a meeting with Mia.
Stella glanced at Matthew, ensuring he was indeed capable of cooking, and then she took a seat at the table, focusing on her email correspondence.
Mia’s response was prompt.
“Let’s meet at the cafe by my hotel tonight at eight.”
A flicker of excitement danced across Stella’s face, but it quickly dimmed.
The last time, Mia had hoped that Stella would settle her personal matters before their meeting.
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Lost in contemplation, Stella barely noticed Matthew approaching with a plate in hand.
Matthew placed the plate in front of Stella, his voice carrying a deep timbre.
“What are you thinking about?”
Stella snapped out of her reverie, her gaze falling upon the simple breakfast before her, a hint of astonishment flickering in her eyes.
Despite the slightly overcooked egg and bacon, the meal presented itself rather appetizingly.
It was a considerable improvement compared to his previous culinary attempts.
With a warm smile, Stella commended, “Impressive. You’ve made remarkable progress.”