Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 2098

Beck hung up the phone with a flick of his wrist, moments after Stella had been escorted away.

He wasn't one to soften easily, least of all for someone like her.

Yet, the cut on his lip stung, tugging painfully with every word he spoke.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he stepped out and climbed into his car, just as Dylan rang him up.

“Dinner at home tonight.”

“Sure, bro.”

Beck rubbed his forehead, feeling nothing but irritation.

This would be a good chance to bring up Stella. Dad and Dylan were still in the dark about Stella not being a true Sanders.

When he got back to the Sanders' residence, Lily caught his eye again.

There she was, perched atop the high garden wall, plucking petals from nearby flowers and letting them drift to the ground.

She'd never known the seasons, nor the simple beauty of falling leaves and blooming flowers, so everything had to be taught from scratch after she was brought out into their world.

In those early months, Beck, on his occasional visits, often heard her barrage Dylan with questions.

“Bro, what’s this?”

“And this?”

“What about this?”

Frankly, if it were Beck, he doubted he'd have the patience.

Lily knew only of killing; all else, all common knowledge, was foreign to her.

Why flowers boasted so many colors, why leaves turned red in autumn, why there were creatures in the water.

Everything mundane to the outside world was an unknown to her.

Her world had been confined to researchers in lab coats and test tubes on shelves.

Other than the smell of chemicals, she'd never known any scent.

Especially since she was raised as a weapon, fed raw meat to foster her ferocity, she didn't even know food needed to be cooked.

All she knew of the world, Dylan had patiently taught her, piece by piece.

For the first time, Beck realized just how patient his brother could be.

Now, as he stood below the wall, watching Lily pluck at the flowers, he called out, “Why are you picking them?”

Lily hopped down, landing gracefully before him, her gaze fixated on the cut on his lip.

After a moment, just when Beck thought she wouldn’t respond, she asked, “Did you go mating with someone?”

Beck’s face flushed with an instant change of expression, his hand going to his forehead.

“Didn’t Dylan teach you that you can’t use that word?”

Lily pressed her lips together, silent for a moment, seemingly searching for another term.

But Beck didn’t want to hear it, turning to walk inside.

Following behind, her ponytail swinging, Lily had an air of liveliness and charm.

Dylan, busy with work in the living room, looked up as Beck approached. “Where’s Stella? I had the share transfer contract ready.”