He Finally Noticed Me Right When I Was Leaving novel Chapter 137

Over the past three years, she had grown entirely accustomed to handling everything on her own. Even when injured, she had never once expected someone else to step in.

She had obviously sustained her fair share of injuries and patched herself up enough times to become this incredibly proficient.

Once she finished dressing his wounds, she gathered the used cotton swabs and antiseptic bottles, rising to put the first-aid kit back in its designated spot in the living room cabinet.

The built-in cabinet had several tiers, with the first-aid kit kept on the most accessible shelf.

As she reached in to slide the box back, her elbow bumped against the inner panel, dislodging a small wooden box tucked far in the back.

The box, remarkably light, slid out from the shadows and tumbled onto the floor with a dull thud.

Seraphina bent down to retrieve it. The moment her fingers grazed the wood, she paused. It was a vintage wooden keepsake box, etched with simple, worn patterns that hinted at its age.

She popped the lid. Inside, there was nothing but a stack of loose photographs and a thick photo album.

The picture resting right on top was a solo shot of Stella.

In the photo, Stella wore a white summer dress, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her smile was blindingly bright, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons. She looked like a little sun, radiating pure, unadulterated joy—exactly the sweet, soft girl Seraphina had seen earlier.

The only difference was that she looked younger here, still carrying a hint of baby fat on her cheeks.

From across the room, Caspian raised his voice. "What are you looking at?"

Seraphina held up the picture. "It fell out on its own. I wasn't trying to snoop."

Since Seraphina already knew about him and Stella anyway, Caspian figured it didn't matter.

"There's an album in here too," Seraphina asked. "Can I look at it?"

"Go ahead. Just make sure you put it back."

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