GoodNovelChapter 2362 Matthew stood rooted for a moment, watching her vanish into the upper floor, and then addressed Erin with a dismissive gesture.
Its nothing.
You can go hnow.
Erin lingered, her brows knitted with concern.
Mr.
Clark, that looks painful.
Please, letapply sointment before I leave.
He offered a gentle shake of his head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo need, Erin.
I appreciate it, but you should head hnow. Halfway up the stairs, Matthew paused, a moment of reconsideration shadowing his features.
He glanced back over his shoulder.
Actually, could you passthe ointment? Ill take care of it myself upstairs.
Accepting the ointment from Erin, he resumed his slow ascent, each step echoing slightly in the quiet house. Meanwhile, Stella enveloped herself in the soothing sanctuary of the bathroom, the rush of water a comforting background chorus.
Matthew lingered outside the bedroom, his presence a silent shadow by the door.
He watched the bathroom door with a mix of hesitation and resolve, his thoughts swirling in a tempest of uncertainty.
After a long, weighted pause, he exhaled a soft sigh and retreated.
Stella emerged from her steam-filled solitude, wrapped snugly in a towel, her damp hair loosely draped over her shoulders.
She reached for the hairdryer, poised to chase away the chill of the evening.
At that instant, the door eased open and Matthew entered, bearing a steaming bowl of noodles with careful grace.
He set the bowl on the table, his voice soft but clear.
The noodles are hot; let them cool a moment before you dive in.
Then, without missing a beat, he took the hairdryer from Stellas hand, flicked it on, and began drying her hair with practiced movements.
His gestures were smooth and familiar, a silent dance they had performed countless times, filling the room with the comforting sound of warm air weaving through wet strands.
The night was enveloped in a tranquil silence.
Stella and Matthew shared the sbed, their bodies spaced just enough to suggest the presence of an unseen barrier between them.
Confusion clouded Stellas mind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMatthews sudden shift in behavior left her profoundly perplexed.
Her thoughts were a tangled skein, obsessively tracing the contours of his recent changes. Throughout the night, Stella tossed and turned, a stranger to sleep. At times, she delved into the possible motives behind Matthews newfound demeanor.
At others, she grappled with anxiety about the murky prospects ahead.
As the night wore on, her thoughts churned in tumult, and by the tthe first gentle rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, Stellas eyes snapped open, weighed down by fatigue. She confronted her reflection in the mirror, noting the stark dark circles and her complexions ghostly pallor.
Exhaling a weary sigh, Stella resolved to disguise her tiredness with a touch of makeup.
Seated at her dressing table, she applied each cosmetic with precision, each cosmetici hoping to elevate her spirits with a semblance of refinement. After perfecting her makeup, Stella chose an appropriate outfit and made her way to the studio. Her journey included a brief detour to the car dealership.
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