Stella's POV“I said we caught the culprits, Stella. Did you hear me?” Hís voice was loud and it forced me out of my daze. “Uhn? Yes, congratulations,” I said absentmindedly as I remained on the bed regretting why I slept.“Stella, are you okay, is something wrong?” He asked as he moved closer and tried to hold me, but I shook my head. “Nothing, I'm fine,” I said with a frown. “In that case, I'll tickle you until you tell me what's wrong,” he said. “I’m just in a bad mood, it's nothing.”“Tickling you and making you laugh like a witch should cheer you up then,” he said and brought his hands to my underarms, but I slapped it off. “Fine, I dreamt, but it felt more like a memory than a dream,” I confessed, feeling irked with myself for what I saw.“Whoa, your memories are already coming back. So do you remember the bastard that pushed you?” He asked and I turned to him with a frown. "That's not it, it's a rather ugly memory that I wouldn't want to believe if it hadnt felt so real,"
“Who was that?” I asked as he rejoined me. “Nobody you should worry about yet,” he said and settled down while trying to force a smile. “Yet? What do you mean by that?” I asked as I tried to sit up, but it hurt to much, so I remained in my lying position. “Uhn? What could you possibly want from me?” I contested aloud. “Nothing much, just that you tell me about the memory you recovered about Carl,” he said and I shook my head. I couldn't do it, “no.”“Why not?”“You'll hate me for it and I really can't afford for that to happen,” I said because I honestly thought so as I was currently hating on myself for what I had in the past with that ugly man. “Try me.” “It's no use. Let's just talk about the person who called you and why you looked so worried after the call,” I said but my attempt at diverting the question failed. “It’s nothing, but I can tell you about it, only if you do something for me,” he said and I could already tell where he was going. I did a mental calculation of
“Now it's my turn to fulfill my own end of the deal,” he said. “Huh? What do you mean?” I didn't remember us making any deals. “The person who called was my brother,” he said and I frowned. I didn't know how he was going to look at me now after telling him about it. “Ohh.”“Yeahh. Why do you suddenly look so moody? Is something wrong?” He asked and I turned to him with a surprised look. “What do you mean by that question? Don't you hate me?” I asked.“Hate you? Why would you think that? Did I do something wrong? I'll make amends for it, so don't ask me to hate you because I nothing could ever take away my love for you. "But-" "No buts, stella, now that you're well rested, we can go for your physiotherapy, or don't you want to use your legs again?" he asked leaving me dumbfounded as I wondered what exactly was going through his mind. "I want to use them," I stuttered in reply as he lifted me up and headed to the restroom before placing me in the tub. "Now let's take a shower,"
Lawrence's POVAfter the physiotherapy which was a huge pain in the ass because her attending doctor happened to be a fan, it was time to leave the hospital. "I'm so tired, let's go take some cool breeze on the balcony upstairs," Stella said. "You hate hospitals, I can take you to the park if you want some cool breeze, besides, the doctor said it was good for you health," I said, but she shook her head. "We can always try something new." this time, I didn't try to argue because her tone suggested that she was up to something and I was curious. "Aha, I knew it!" she said excitedly as we got to the Gynaecology section and I raised my head to see the reason for her excitement. "Let's follow them silently." "What do you mean Stella? didn't you ask me to come here because you wanted to collect some fresh breeze?" I teased. "Like you said, I hate hospitals. Let's just follow behind them without them noticing. I think my bestfriend is pregnant for that ugly bastard!" she said as she st
Lawrence's POVI managed to get her out of the situation which because I could see how badly she was itching for her conversation, however another all Cameron and I had to excuse myself. My brother was getting too troublesome and I knew that sooner or later, I would have to confront. But until then, I had to let her have this private face off with Carl whom she loathed. “Did you remember? Or did you never have a memory pposs? I bet that wheelchair is also a fake!” “I see you have no shame at all after everything. Where doesn your loyalty lie? Shouldn't you at least leave me alone now that you're married? Like I said, you're a ugly ass bitch and I wonder what got into me when I let you fuck me. But that happened and I can't change it.” She said with so much seriousness in her tone that I thought she had lost her memory a second time. “Exactly, and I'm saying the same thing. Just come to me and let things continue the way they used to be in the past,” he said and suddenly screamed
Stella's POV“Please, let me walk, I hate that wheelchair,” I pleaded with my cold hearted handsome god, but he shook his head. “I'm sorry but-” “If you're so sorry, then you would give into me. The doctor said I could use my legs already and I even tried dancing yesterday,” but nothing I said got to him. “Then you must also remember how you fell flat on your face and almost broke your nose,” he said. “You don't have to remind me of such a sad moment,” I said gloomily as I tried to get off the wheelchair, but he held me back and made me sit. “Just listen to me today,” he said and I gave in eventually. It was Mrs Martinez’ funeral and also a week and a half after the confrontation at the hospital. We were both dressed in black. Lawrence was suited in black with white shirt and a striped tie while I had a dress on. “Now, shall we?” He said as he held my hand which I yanked from his hold in a pout. After the empty coffin was laid in the ground, we headed back to their family home
Stella's POV"Why's everything so damn boring?" I whined, sprawled on the plush couch in my penthouse.Lawrence strolled in, eyebrow raised. "Bored, princess?"I sat up, pouting. "Bored out of my designer-clad mind.""Want some excitement?" he suggested with a smirk."Lead the way," I said, craving a break from the monotony.We ended up at Lawrence's corporate den. I eyed the wheelchair sceptically."I've outgrown this thing," I declared.Lawrence chuckled. "Doctor's orders?"I shrugged. "Who cares? Let's walk on the wild side."He grinned, kissing me like we were the stars of some dramatic romance."No more wheelchairs," he declared.Doc confirmed my legs were back in business. I waltzed upstairs, designer clothes calling my name."Feeling less bored?" Lawrence asked, watching me doll up."Maybe a little," I admitted, swaying in a ridiculously expensive outfit.As the night unfolded, laughter and banter filled the air. Lawrence, the perfect mix of charm and annoyance, kept me on my t
Lawrence's POVThe sweet floral scent of Stella's perfume enveloped me as I pulled her close, our fingers interlaced. Her touch was electric, sending tingles across my skin. I gazed into her emerald eyes, losing myself in their depths."So, got any wild plans for us today?" I asked, my voice low. Stella smirked, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Oh, I've got some ideas."I raised an eyebrow. "Do tell, princess.""Well, it involves a scenic hike, picnic lunch, and maybe some skinny dipping if you're lucky," she said, tracing a finger down my chest. A pleasant shiver went through me."I like the way you think," I said with a smile.We drove out to a secluded hiking trail, the morning air crisp and clean in my lungs. Birds twittered brightly in the treetops as we strolled hand-in-hand down sun-dappled paths strewn with fallen leaves that crushed underfoot.At a gurgling stream, Stella spread out a picnic blanket and tempting spread - juicy strawberries, creamy brie, crispy baguette. Sweet