Chapter 251

Chapter 251:

Stella sat on the bed, holding the ointment in her hand. She suddenly felt a bit warm, with an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

She didn’t know if it was good or bad. Sometimes, RK was so distant and hard to read that no one could understand what he was thinking—for example, now.

Just a few days ago, he and Sophia appeared together in the newspaper, being labeled as a “perfect match.” Yet today, here he was, standing before her.

And when she was in the bathroom, he had told her that he had nothing to do with Sophia. What was going on? Was she overthinking things, or had she misunderstood him?

The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. Stella didn’t know whether to trust RK or not. She just couldn’t figure him out.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the confusing thoughts. Then, she applied the cold ointment to her ankle, feeling the soothing effect as it relieved the swelling and redness.

Before long, she drifted off to sleep in the large, empty room.

To be honest, over time, Stella had grown accustomed to living alone in the RK mansion, but tonight... for some reason, her thoughts were filled with that man.

Normally, sleeping alone didn’t bother her. It felt like moving from the Richard family’s house to the RK mansion—just another different place to sleep. But tonight, her heart felt heavy, occupied by thoughts she couldn’t shake. She was restless and couldn’t make sense of her emotions.

The next morning, when Stella woke up, the space next to her was still empty, just as it had been every other night. Nothing had changed.

And then another month passed...

Stella could finally walk on her right foot again. However, during that time, aside from the doctor who came to check on her daily, she had very little interaction with anyone except the servants. It felt like she was under house arrest, staying in the mansion every day with nowhere to go.

RK hadn’t returned home even once during the entire month.

Lаτєѕτ chɒρτєrs ιn g퓪l헇ovєls.풸푶퓶 It seemed like the emotional gap between them had grown back to where it was before—like strangers. No, to be more accurate, they were probably worse than strangers.

Her phone rang.

It was a call from Kelly.

Stella picked up, knowing she hadn’t seen Kelly in over a month due to her injury. Kelly had offered to visit, but Stella had declined several times. After all, if Kelly saw the state of her injured foot, she would demand to know what had happened.

Stella didn’t want to explain the incident with Sophia. It would only make her friend furious, and Kelly might even try to confront Sophia herself.

“Stella! College starts in five days! Congratulations, you’re finally getting out of ‘prison’!”

Kelly’s cheerful voice greeted her as soon as the call connected. She kept saying, “Congratulations,” as if it were her, not Stella, who had been stuck at home for weeks.

Stella forced a smile. “Hehe... Little girl, are you praising me or making fun of me? Why do I feel so weird and uncomfortable?”

“What are you talking about? It must’ve been so nice for you, staying at home all summer, being served food and drinks constantly. You didn’t even call me!” Kelly complained.

“You... You’ve been stuck in the RK mansion all day. You must have had a ton of free time this summer! Why didn’t you go on a vacation with me? You didn’t even have time to go shopping or grab a meal! If you keep this up, you’ll become a rich man’s mistress!” Kelly added with a mock-serious tone.

Stella felt embarrassed. “It’s because of that last time when we went to KTV... If we had just gone to the bookstore like we originally planned, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up like this!”

After all, it was that visit to the KTV that had caused so much trouble for her.

“Alright, alright, it’s all my fault!” Kelly said with a sigh, rubbing her forehead. “But in five days, you’ll finally be free again! You can leave the ‘prison’ behind.”

“And once college starts, we’ll be able to see each other every day! Plus, when you’re living at the dorms, he can’t control you anymore!”

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