Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 I Just Want You to Be Well

Eric wanted to say something, but Aiden stepped forward and blocked him at the door, giving him a cold yet polite smile.

"Mr. Smith..."

The people around him were at a loss.

Eric stood there, feeling unwilling but helpless.

Oliver and Caleb had been hiding in the dark. They saw Eric stamp his foot and leave with a grim expression.

Once they were sure he wouldn't return, Oliver rushed out with quick steps but was pulled back forcefully by Caleb.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to check on Noah!"

"Don't go." Caleb's eyes darkened. "Stella and that doctor will be enough!"

Oliver became anxious.

Caleb patted his shoulder and chuckled. "If you really want to help Noah, let's investigate that guy named Eric."

Oliver's eyes flickered before he vigorously nodded and quickly followed Caleb out of the venue.

...

Liam slowly opened his eyes, greeted by a vast expanse of white.

The room was filled with the scent of medicine, and in a daze, he heard the intermittent cries of a woman.

His heart tightened, and he immediately tried to sit up, but a gentle hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't move!" Stella's voice was tearful. "You're covered in injuries. You need to rest."

Liam looked up at her.

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but the feeling of not being able to see her made it feel like centuries had passed.

And now she was in front of him again.

He held her hand and used his thumb to caress the back of her hand as usual. Her delicate face looked even thinner now, and her complexion was pale. Her eyes were swollen, evoking a sense of pity.

"Honey..."

"Did you forget our three rules?" Stella said anxiously, tears streaming down her face.

"I told you not to push yourself so hard. It doesn't matter if you win or lose. I just want you to be fine. Have you forgotten all of this?"

Liam smiled faintly.

How could she know why he had stood motionless on stage, allowing his opponent to strike him?

"I'm sorry for making you worry," he said hoarsely. "Once I recover, I'll stand on the balcony and give you my boxing gloves. You can treat me as a punching bag and hit me as hard as you want until you feel relieved."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Stella sniffed and glared at him reproachfully.

She dipped a cotton swab in water and gently moistened his lips. Carefully observing the IV drip, she then peeled an apple into small pieces and fed him bit by bit.

But she didn't allow him to get out of bed and move around.

Liam was aware of his physical condition, and such minor injuries didn't render him completely immobile.

He just deeply enjoyed the tenderness and care Stella showed him, cherishing her annoyance and tears for his sake.

No matter what she did, his deep gaze always followed her.

His actions made Stella shy.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She pouted. "Are you unhappy with my care? Do you think you have the right to get yourself injured like this..."

"No," he paused, "did I let you down?"

"What?"

"I lost the game and was beaten like this in front of everyone. Don't you think it's embarrassing?"

"You..." Stella stared at him with her bright eyes.

Her gaze held blame and concern, but not embarrassment.

"Why would you think that way?" She said in a gentle voice. "It's just a match. What's the big deal? Even if you become the world champion, you're still my husband, and even if you have no fame or fortune...