The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 1616

Chapter 1616 

She didn’t answer Taya’s video call. Instead, she reached out her hand and muted her phone. 

In an instant, everything fell silent and time seemed to have stopped. It was so quiet that she could only hear the chirps of birds outside the window. 

She was in so much pain and her blood was slowly seeping out, just like that when Eric bled to death. 

A faint smile appeared on her pale lips. She finally realized how painful it was to wait for the blood to flow dry. 

Instead of struggling, she relaxed her body and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window. Her clear eyes slowly shifted to the sea outside. 

Eric must have seen her from this position and knew she wouldn’t turn back. That’s why he didn’t finish writing his last words. He probably thought no one would bury him. 

Tears gradually filled Stella’s clear eyes, mixed with a sense of relief. Memories of her entire life flashed through her mind. 

She thought she would remember most of the moments involving Karen, but instead, the images that flashed across her mind were all about Eric. 

For example, back when they were still little, Eric would follow behind her, protecting her from falling with his small hands. 

Or when Eric made her cry, he would secretly ask the old butler for macarons and place them on her desk. 

And even when Eric grew up, he would come to her room after she fell asleep and sneakily kiss her without her noticing. 

Even at school, Eric couldn’t help but use a book to shield himself as he leaned down and stole a kiss from her on the desk. 

It was only now that Stella realized her first kiss was taken by Eric, not by those thugs. 

She smiled, tears streaming down her face. 

Through her blurry vision, she saw Eric in a black suit, walking towards her against the bright light. 

After standing in front of her, he knelt down on one knee and gently touched her face. 

“Stella, I had your blueberry pie and it was delicious.” 

Stella nodded in a daze, saying, “In the next life, I’ll still make it for you, alright?” 

Eric lowered his long eyelashes, seemingly contemplating whether he wanted to meet in the next life. Ile didn’t 

immediately give an answer, but just pursed his lips and smiled faintly. 

“You’ve already been with me for 29 days, that’s enough,” He replied. 

In other words, he didn’t actually want to meet her in the next life, if there was actually one. 

A bit panicked, Stella tried to grab Eric’s hand, but she only grabbed emptiness. There was no Eric, just a figment of her imagination. 

Feeling disappointed, she let go of her hand. “Eric, if I say I still love you, can we meet again in the next life?” 

No one answered Stella, not even herself, unsure if there would be a next life. 

Stella’s body gradually stiffened as her blood continued to drain. Soon, her eyes lost their focus. 

Before falling into complete darkness, Stella saw her 

eighteen-year-old self holding a love letter, blushing, and approaching the young boy. 

“Eric, I like you. Can you be my boyfriend?” 

The boy leaning against the tree beneath him glanced at the love letter in her hand with dissatisfaction. 

“Gosh! You’re so old-school, still writing love letters and stuff.” 

This made Stella’s face even redder, even her ears turning red.