Lucas Scott's thin lips parted slightly, his chiseled face calm and expressionless.
"..."
Stella York stared at him blankly, as if doubting she had heard correctly.
There was no response for a long while.
"You sleep here; I will go sleep in the guest room," Lucas Scott did not leave her in shock for too long, as he let go of her, stood up from the bed, and walked away.
Stella York opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she just watched him leave with wide eyes....
His tall and noble figure, rebelliously proud, had been imprinted in her mind for eighteen years. Even without looking at him, she could still sketch his visage in her mind.
In the end, they could only part ways...
"Miss York, you were lucky this time. Given the condition of your body, had you been discovered even a few minutes later, saving your life might have become a problem. Mr. Scott received the messages and rushed back anxiously. He really does care about you."
