Chapter 63 Continuing Protection
Chapter 63 Continuing Protection.
He had once suspected that Stella hadn’t actually died back then–that Nathan, that twisted man, had saved her.
And then kept her locked away somewhere in secret all these years.
Only recently had he finally let her out.
But that theory fell apart the moment he saw her in person.
She was far too young.
Over the past decade–more precisely, the past eleven years–time had left no trace on her face.
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Even if she’d been imprisoned all that time with no contact with the outside world, growing eleven years older would have brought changes.
Especially her eyes–exactly the same as before.
Bright, pure, and sparkling.
Those weren’t the eyes of a woman nearing thiny.
They were the eyes of an eighteen–year–old girl.
And another thing–in those days, Nathan had been nothing but a poor student.
He had nothing. How could he have saved Stella? How could he have supported her?
As long as her mind was intact, a proud woman like Stella would never agree to be imprisoned.
And Nathan–would he really dare show the ugliest, most twisted parts of himself to her?
For all these reasons, Lucas strongly suspected Stella’s real age now was truly eighteen.
He’d once acted in a film about a man who got into a car accident and woke up in the future. His family was shocked he looked exactly the same as before, and he ended up courting and marrying his former dream girl.
So there was another possibility–Stella had crossed over from that car accident eleven years ago straight to the present.
The thought sent Lucas’s heartbeat racing.
He pulled another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and drew in deeply.
If that were the case, there was no way
ay Stella could like Nathan
In her memory, she and Lucas were still dating.
That would also explain why she wouldn’t acknowledge him now.
She was still eighteen–emotional, impulsive, in need of coaxing.
Facing into the night breeze, his hairline pushed back by the wind, Lucas flicked his ash with one finger.
No matter what, he had to see Stella.
Ding–dong
Nathan had just stepped into the villa when a message popped up on his phone.
“Boss, should we continue protecting Ms. Stella tomorrow?”
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Chapter 63 Continuing Protection
He’d been trying to restrain himself, not to pry into what might happen between her and Lucas.
Nathan had called off the people who had been shadowing her in secret.
But the decision left him unbearably on edge. He couldn’t focus on anything.
He wanted complete control over her movements, to ensure her safety.
After losing her once, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her again.
He’d seen the footage of that car accident.
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If another large vehicle had been there to block hers, she probably wouldn’t have gone over the embankment into the river.
Lifting his gaze to the slender figure of the girl heading upstairs, Nathan adjusted his glasses, his fingertips whitening around his phone.
Should he keep her under protection?
Should he know the details of her meeting with Lucas?
“Stella, are you having a late–night snack tonight?
The words came with some difficulty, his magnetic voice tinged with caution.
He didn’t know what time she’d had dinner with Lucas.
He couldn’t be sure if she needed something to eat.
Her steps paused. She turned, her eyes shining “Yes, yes, yes!”
She’d had a mediocre bowl of Su–style noodles earlier in the evening, and nothing since. She was definitely hungry.
A smile spread in the obsidian depths of Nathan’s eyes. “Anything you feel like eating?”
Thank goodness–Sparkle still needs me.
Stella tapped her chin. “Pizza!”
Nathan’s hand tightened on his phone. “Alright. Go on up and shower first.”
He didn’t like the smell of smoke.
Especially Lucas’s smoke,
With his long strides, he headed into the kitchen, the golden bamboo–bead bracelet at his wrist catching the light.
Lowering his gaze, the handsome man thought for a few seconds, then lifted his phone to type.
“Continue protecting her.”
He would work to keep his darkness in check, to resist asking for details. He would only protect her from afar.
The smell of smoke was unpleasant, so Stella had wanted to shower as soon as she got home.
Afterward, she slipped into yellow cartoon–print pajamas. Her hair still damp, she padded quickly downstairs.
“Mr. Foster, is the delivery here yet?” she called.
But instead of a knock at the door, there was movement coming from the kitchen.
