The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 2138

Seeing Joshua step out, Stella told him, "Drink the ginger tea first so you don't catch a chill."

He glanced at the mug on the table and didn't refuse.

"Thank you."

"Sit here for a bit," Stella said. "I'll go take care of your clothes."

Because he was a bit of a germaphobe, she ran his clothes through a wash cycle.

After drying them, she meticulously ironed every piece.

By the time she finished, over an hour had passed.

The storm raged on outside, showing zero signs of letting up.

Standing by the window, she noticed the water on the streets had risen significantly in just the past hour.

With the heavy rain, poor road conditions, and terrible visibility, it would be extremely dangerous for Joshua to drive back now.

However, letting a man stay the night on a whim was highly inappropriate.

Even though Joshua wasn't exactly a stranger to her, to him, they were barely acquaintances.

Furthermore, Stella was starting to doubt whether he had remembered something.

If his memories had returned, what exactly was his endgame?

Or perhaps he sensed something was off and was just testing her?

When she walked back into the living room, she was surprised to find him fast asleep, leaning back against the couch.

The warm indoor lighting cascaded over the sharp, handsome contours of his face, making him look exactly the same as he did three years ago.

Stella zoned out for a moment, captivated.

After a while, she padded over to the guest bedroom, grabbed a brand-new blanket, and gently draped it over him.

...

When Joshua opened his eyes the next morning, he realized he had slept on her couch all night.

Just then, Stella walked out of the kitchen carrying breakfast.

"Let me know when you get home safe."

About half an hour later, his reply came through.

"I'm home."

Only then did Stella let out a sigh of relief.

...

Over the next three days, Joshua vanished completely.

Not only did he not call, but he didn't even send a single text.

Stella stared at her phone. Their last exchange was still the message from three days ago, confirming he had made it home.

Her thumb twitched, mindlessly scrolling up through their chat history.

Before this, they had been in contact almost every single day. Even if they only exchanged a few sentences, he always initiated the conversation.

This time, he had gone a full three days without reaching out.