Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 915

That night was peaceful for Stella.

After Evan left, he did not call her.

Neither did Felix or Aaron.

At the villa halfway up the mountain, Stella sat silently in the study, staring out at the hazy night beyond the windows.

No one knew what she was thinking.

Remi placed a plate of freshly cooked pasta in front of her.

“Want some?”

Despite her slender build, Remi had a habit of eating late-night snacks.

Stella did not.

She had never been one to eat this late.

She did not touch the plate.

“Worried about Evan?” Remi asked.

That finally got a reaction from her.

Stella turned to look at her.

“Are all of Evan’s people this shameless?”

“No. You should say we have no shame at all.”

Stella fell silent.

At least she was self-aware.

Remi continued eating her own pasta as she glanced at Stella.

“You’re really not having any? You’ve barely eaten all day. Aren’t you hungry?”

Stella had eaten almost nothing since arriving.

And after Evan left, she had not touched any food at all.

“I’m not hungry.”

“When someone loses their appetite, it’s usually because they’re worried about someone.”

Stella genuinely wanted to sew her mouth shut.

Still, the pasta smelled surprisingly good.

They looked plain and almost flavorless, but whatever seasoning Remi had used gave them a rich, distinctive aroma.

“Evan suddenly announced that he was responsible for Summer’s death,” Remi said. “General Litt is already here in the Black Sea. That announcement puts us at a serious disadvantage tonight.”

Stella looked at her.

“What do you mean?”

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