Throughout breakfast, Felix was nothing bat gentle with Stella.
With him acting so warm and attentive, it was hard to connect him to the phone call she had overheard at the airport yesterday.
But she had heard it.
When Felix saw that she had gone quiet, he reached over and lightly squeezed her hand.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Stella wanted to ask about that phone call.
But when the question reached her lips, she did not know how to say it.
Some questions, once asked, only made everything more complicated.
Still, after thinking it over, Stella said, “Aaron mentioned last night that if Evan really is in Seaborne, bringing him back may
not be easy.”
Felix went still.
For a brief moment, his expression froze as he ate.
Then he said, “It is complicated.”
Stella said nothing.
Complicated?
Before, she had thought that once they confirmed Evan was in Seaborne, finding him would only be a matter of time.
But now Aaron said it was difficult.
And Felix was saying the same thing.
Felix looked at her and gently pinched her cheek.
“Are you worried?”
“Of course I’m worried. I don’t want anything more to do with hun.”
The divorce was the knot Stella could not untangle.
She had not been this anxious in Harbor City because she had never expected Evan to run.
And she certainly had not expected him to flee somewhere that even Aaron found difficult to deal with.
He had done it on purpose.
And because of that, Stella had no idea how long their marriage would remain unresolved.
Every extra moment felt unbearable.
She had wanted Dora and Summer to regret what they had done.
But now, she understood that feeling herself.
She regretted not divorcing Evan when she had the chance.
Instead, she had insisted on remainifig his legal wife so she could enter the Wright estate without obstruction.
Now Evan had disappeared.
And that was the real problem.
Hearing that she wanted no connection to Evan at all, Feltx smiled.
“Don’t worry. We’ll resolve it.”
His voice had a way of calming people.
That sense of security seemed to come naturally to him.
But after the phone call Stella had overheard yesterday, she could not help being wary of it.
“What is it?”
Seeing something strange in her expression, Felix gently smoothed a hand over her hair.
His touch was patient and tender.
“Summer called me earlier.”
Stella did not mention the phone call at the airport.
She still did not know how to bring it up.
But at the mention of Summer, Felix’s hand paused over her head.
His expression stiffened for an instant.
It happened too quickly for Stella to notice.
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