Chapter 807
“I don’t know,” Gray said. “But I don’t think he has any reason to go that far.”
And when someone did something that was not necessary, it was hard not to question their motives.
Stella felt even more weighed down.
“Do you want to talk to Mr. Hernandez?” Gray asked.
Stella let out a quiet sigh.
“Talk to him? About what?”
Even if she wanted to talk, this was not the time.
To Stella, the things that had made her uneasy were not the kind of problems a conversation could solve.
Hadn’t she tried talking things through with Evan?
Had any of those conversations fixed anything?
And besides…
Whatever was happening with Felix felt even more complicated than what she had gone through with
Evan.
Stella took a slow breath and rubbed at her hair.
She had completely lost her appetite.
“Keep a close eye on Felix.”
She wanted to know exactly why Felix had come to Eirden.
Jennifer was right.
The more Stella thought about it, the more it felt like Felix’s reasons for coming were far from simple.
“In that case, should we warn Evan?”
“No.”
Why would she warn Evan?
Ever since everything with the Wright family ended, whether Evan lived or died no longer had anything to do with her.
If he died at Felix’s hands, then that was simply his bad luck.
“Understood.”
Stella went upstairs.
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Standing by the window and staring out into the night, she sank into thought.
Just as she was about to take a shower, a maid knocked on her door.
“Miss, Mr. Hernandez is here.”
Stella’s brows drew together slightly.
Felix was here.
“I know.”
She drank half a glass of water before heading downstairs.
When she reached the staircase, she saw Felix sitting on the sofa below.
A cigar rested between his fingers, unlit.
The moment he saw Stella, a gentle smile touched his lips.
It looked warm.
But his eyes were deep.
Too deep.
So deep that she could not read a single emotion in them.
Stella took a breath, pushed her thoughts aside, and sat down across from him.
“Did you have dinner?” Felix asked.
“Yeah.”
Stella nodded.
Felix watched her carefully, taking in every shift in her expression.
And he could feel it clearly now.
She was pulling away from him.
The distance between them was unmistakable.
Stella was not especially good at pretending.
“Stella.”
She looked at him.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
“What?”
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Something she wanted to say?
There was far too much.
But could she really say it?
Could she really ask?
The only person she had told was Aaron.
And Aaron had told her to trust Felix.
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