Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 2107

Stella was already at the gate, ready to board her flight. Beck tried calling her, but her phone was off.

A plane roared overhead as Beck frowned and dialed Dave’s number, only to be met with the same result—voicemail.

His head was spinning with thoughts of what Stella had told him about the child. He couldn't shake the image of her alone in such a remote place, enduring who knows what kind of hardships.

What kind of courage had it taken for her to come back to North America?

Beck couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that this little trickster might actually have feelings for him. If she didn't, why would she have gone to such lengths?

But Stella had never said she liked him. Maybe she had, but he’d always dismissed it as a joke, a way to keep him on the hook, just a fling.

Standing there, anxiety gnawed at him.

Quickly, he had someone track down Stella’s flight.

He caught the next one to follow, but by then, Stella was long gone from the city. Surveillance showed she had jumped into a cab and vanished.

Beck suddenly remembered her saying she had been living near the border. She was probably headed back there. But the border was vast; where exactly could she be?

He searched the area for ages but still couldn’t find Stella.

Then, half a month later, Dylan called to ask what he’d been up to.

“I heard you haven’t been to the office in two weeks?”

Beck swallowed, feeling the rough stubble on his chin, a far cry from his usual polished look back in North America.

“Brother, I’ve got some things to sort out over here.”

“What could be so important? That area’s been chaotic lately, haven’t you seen the news? There was a riot, and a mayor got shot while campaigning.”

Beck rubbed his temples, reluctant to spill the beans about Stella.

But Dylan was quiet for a moment before he asked, “Did Stella come back?”

Beck tensed up. “Why would you bring up Stella?”

“When you were drunk, you used to call her name. You’re usually so dismissive with women, I figured you didn’t even know what real affection was. It sneaks up on you, like rain on a sunny day, and by the time you realize it, it’s too late.”