Second Chance: A Divorce Romance

Chapter 527:

Wayne looked at Damien, who was reminiscing about the past, and smiled like a child.

“Wayne, do you know why Stella didn’t likeat that time?” Damien struggled to understand why Stella had

never shown any affection toward him.

“Because you were a kid.” Wayne flicked Damien's forehead playfully.

“Me? A kid? No, | just pretended to be oblivious around her.” Damien rubbed his forehead, still unable to grasp

why Stella felt that way.

“Stella and | met first, and we've known each other for so long. But in the end, RK, my cousin, took her away.”

The thought of RK made Damien's anger flare, especially since RK hadn't treated Stella kindly.

“Good boy, love isn’t something that can be forced.” Wayne rubbed Damien's head, then stood up and walked to

the desk. He gazed out the French window, seemingly lost in thought.

“Hmph... as if you know anything about love. You haven't even been with a woman, and yet you're in love with

me.” Looking at Wayne, who was standing there, Damien remembered something his secretary had told him.

He blurted it out, forgetting the secretary’s repeated warnings not to mention it in front of Wayne.

Upon hearing Damien’s words, Wayne's expression changed immediately.

“Who told you that?” Wayne turned around, looking intently at Damien.

Caught off guard by Wayne's penetrating gaze, Damien froze.

“Don’t say it, right? It’s simple—just fire my secretaries and assistants.” Wayne observed Damien, who seemed

dazed. He looked serious on the surface, but inwardly he was amused.

“Wayne, you can’t do this. It wouldn't be right to expel so many people for something | said accidentally.”

Damien quickly moved toward Wayne.

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“Don’t keep them? What's the point of keeping them? If they can so casually discuss my personal life with

outsiders, shouldn't I let them go?” Wayne raised his eyebrows, scrutinizing Damien.

“They didn’t tell outsiders that I'm not an outsider.”

“Not an outsider? Is he an insider? Oh, | see.” Wayne smirked at Damien's confusion. He then turned back to his

desk and began reviewing sdocuments, leaving Damien standing there in a state of bewilderment.

“Madam, you're awake. Breakfast is ready.” Aunt Maya approached Stella as she descended the stairs, ready to

offer support.

“Sorry to trouble you, Aunt Maya. It's only been a month, so you don’t need to be so attentive.” Stella smiled at

Aunt Maya, who looked kindly at her. Perhaps it was the thought of becoming a mother that made her appear

much more gentle.

“No trouble, no trouble.” Aunt Maya recalled Stella's earlier claim that she wasn’t pregnant and had felt

disappointed for a while. Now that Stella was indeed pregnant, she was overjoyed.

As they entered the dining room, Stella spotted RK at the table and smiled at him.

RK frowned at Stella, surprised that she hadn't confided in him about her situation. He suspected she was

burdened by her feelings, especially with everything she was going through.

After breakfast, RK informed Stella he would be heading to the office and advised her to rest at home. If she felt

bored, she could take a walk in the garden.

Stella nodded in agreement.

Once RK left, Stella walked to the garden and noticed a swing nearby. She approached it and sat down.

She had been living in the RK Mansion for three years without ever seeing a swing.

After playing on the swing for a while, Stella moved to a table and sat down. She glanced at the snacks laid out

and felt a wave of disgust at the sight of the greasy food. Remembering RK's affinity for such snacks, she

realized Aunt Maya was likely responsible for preparing them. She often craved sour foods these days.

After snacking a bit, Stella settled into a chair and basked in the sunlight, feeling warm and comfortable until she

gradually dozed off.

When RK returned, the first thing he noticed was Stella asleep in the garden, leaning against a chair, sun-kissed

and serene. He suddenly found her looking particularly radiant. With her recent pregnancy, she had been eating

better, and her complexion had improved significantly. Under the sun, she appeared even more beautiful.

RK approached Stella, bent down, and prepared to carry her back inside.

Stella stirred awake as RK lifted her.

When her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she saw was RK’s face, illuminated by the sunlight.

With RK standing in front of her, she felt he was no longer the angel from hell but rather an angel from heaven.

However, whether he was a god of hell or an angel from heaven, he was still out of her reach.

RK carried Stella to the bedroom, not realizing she was now awake. It wasn't until he placed her gently on the

bed that he noticed her eyes were open, gazing at him as if she had been watching for a while.

“Be good; don’t look atlike that. | won't be able to handle it. You're still pregnant,” RK said softly, bending

down to kiss Stella’s forehead.

Stella's face flushed at RK’s words.

“Get ready. We'll have dinner later,” RK instructed with a smile before turning to leave the bedroom.

Stella touched the spot where RK had kissed her, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks.

When she made her way downstairs, RK, seated at the dining table, found the situation surreal.

Over the years, he had only seen Stella during breakfast; never had he witnessed her enjoying lunch or dinner at

home.

Stella felt as if she were dreaming.

Suddenly, she remembered Sophia’s cruel threats. She recalled how Sophia had callously pushed her into the

sea and wondered if RK had discovered the truth behind her actions, making him extra nice to her as a means of

atoning for Sophia’s misdeeds.

“Eat more,” RK encouraged, noticing Stella's distraction. He served her a portion of food.

Stella mechanically nodded, lowering her gaze to eat, trying to push aside her tangled thoughts.

“In the afternoon, if you're bored, call Emily to keep you company,” RK suggested.

Stella nodded again. She felt ill at ease.

“Emily, do you have tin the afternoon?”

Stella dialed Emily's number, feeling guilty for inconveniencing her. Emily had waited so long to work together,

and because of her pregnancy, Stella had kept her waiting.

“When you have time, just callover to chat!”

“You're so clever!” Thinking of Emily’s increasing vanity, Stella felt genuinely happy.

Since junior high, she had struggled to make friends, but Emily had always been there for her, never holding her

mistakes against her. Stella felt grateful to have a friend like Emily in her life.

Suddenly, she thought of Damien. Stella realized she hadn't seen him in a long tand missed the boy who

had always followed her around.

“Stella, are you listening to me?”

Emily’s loud voice jolted Stella from her thoughts.

“Well, I'm sorry. | just remembered Damien. | wonder how he is now.”

“That's right. | don’t know if that guy, Damien, misses you,” Emily added, her voice lowering.

“Hmm, Emily, what did you just say? Say it again.”