Three Years After They Abandoned Me novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Monroe grasped her hand firmly. “Anna, I don’t believe a word Stella said. Just remember: if you ever need anything, come to me. I’ll always be here for you.”

Anna’s eyes brimmed with tears, their rims turning red. “Really?”

“Of course,” Monroe said. “Let’s visit your family after lunch, and I’ll arrange for them to be transferred to a top hospital.”

“But the cost. I can’t let you do that,” Anna protested weakly, lowering her head.

“Stop that,” Monroe chided gently. “Helping you makes me happy. And you trusting me like this? That means everything.”

A sob tore from Anna’s throat.

Monroe froze, panic flickering across his face as her tears fell. “Anna, don’t-” His voice cracked. “Please don’t cry. It kills me to see you like this.” Overwhelmed and unsure what else to do, he simply pulled her against his chest.

Anna’s sobs intensified. “No one’s been this kind to me in so long,” she managed between ragged breaths. “Monroe, I never imagined you’d be so kind to me. I’m just so happy, so moved.”

Monroe’s chest ached. He stroked her back gently. “Anna, just trust me,” he murmured into her hair. “You chose me. That means your happiness is my priority. No more worries. I’ll be your support, your shelter.”

Anna nodded against his shoulder. Then, peering over Monroe’s arm, she flashed Stella a mile sharp with triumph and challenge.

Stella merely raised an eyebrow, turning to Jordan as their plates arrived. “Looks like someone really thinks she’s all that,” Stella remarked,

her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“She’s certainly wrapped Monroe tight,” Jordan noted, his tone cool. “We can’t deny her skill.”

Stella had initially considered taking Anna down a peg herself, but seeing the situation unfold, she decided letting Monroe deal with her was the better play.

It meant she could sit back and enjoy the show, and the Hayes family wouldn’t be able to pin any blame on her.

Anna and Monroe departed soon after the meal.

After a while, Stella’s phone buzzed. It was said that Max and Andrew had been transferred. Stella disconnected after a terse, “Understood.”

“As expected,” Stella said, pocketing her phone. “They’ve got Max and Andrew. Next step, I’ll have someone stake out the hospital. Emily would definitely go to see Max. The moment she shows her face, we’ll have her detained.”

Seeing her lay out her strategy put Jordan more at ease. “Just say the word if you need anything,” he offered.

“Of course,” Stella replied. “I don’t have enough people. I’ll need your men.”

“It’s my honor,” Jordan said.

Perhaps it was their conversation that night, but Stella felt a distinct shift, a growing closeness between her and Jordan.

She’d never imagined a stranger could burst into her life and provide such an indescribable source of strength. Now, they were more than just partners; they’d become genuine friends.

After dinner, Jordan suggested a walk in the nearby square, and Stella readily agreed.

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Chapter 150

As they walked, Jordan adjusted his long stride to match her slower pace.

Stella broke the silence. “Jordan, have you met someone you have feelings for?”

“Yes,” Jordan admitted.

Stella tilted her head, studying him. “Do I know her?”

His eyes held hers. “You do,” Jordan confirmed.

Stella grew more curious, asking, “Is she pretty?”

Jordan’s gaze lingered on Stella’s face. “Incredibly.”

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“Hold on, if there’s someone you like, why did you marry me? Look,” she suggested, “maybe we should just go down to the courthouse and file for divorce. Seriously, I’ll explain that this whole marriage isn’t real.”

“It’s not necessary,” Jordan said, a shadow crossing his features as he looked away. “She doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

Stella huffed in disbelief. “How could anyone not? You’re such a good guy. Unless…” she narrowed her eyes playfully, “you turn into Ice King Jordan around her? You can’t win someone over like that. You have to be warm. Patient. Like you are right now.”

“Hey, look,” Jordan interjected, deftly changing the subject and pointing toward the skyline. “I think there’s a drone show starting tonight.”

Stella had heard about drone light shows but never seen one. She followed Jordan’s gesture. Hundreds of tiny lights pulsed and wove against the velvet sky.

“Jordan, we need to get closer.” Forgetting their previous conversation entirely, she headed straight for the thickening crowd near the show.

The press of bodies tightened ahead. Given Stella’s fragile health, Jordan worried she might get jostled or even knocked down. His hand shot out, catching Stella’s elbow before she could plunge in.

Before she could protest, strong hands gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly onto his shoulders.

Startled, Stella gasped. “Jordan! What are you doing? Put me down.”

“Best seats in the house,” Jordan countered, anchoring her legs firmly. “Now get your phone and record it.”

Fumbling for her phone, Stella aimed it skyward as the spectacle unfolded: a thousand points of light coalesced into a radiant rose that unfurled across the night, then dissolved into a pod of crystalline dolphins breaching a sea of stars. “Oh…” she whispered. “It’s magic.”

Though the sky blazed above, Jordan’s eyes stayed fixed on Stella’s upturned face, lit by wonder. Her joy, luminous and unguarded, was the brighter spectacle.

Jordan held her aloft for the entire thirty–minute performance, unwavering. As the last drone winked out, Stella’s awareness snapped back to her position–high above the ground, Jordan’s shoulders solid beneath her thighs.

Heat flooded her cheeks. “Put me down! You shouldn’t have held me up for the whole thing. Your shoulders must be killing you.”

Jordan lowered her gently. “Nothing,” he dismissed, rolling his shoulders easily. “You’re barely there. It’s just half an hour. Honestly, an hour wouldn’t even be a challenge.” Confidence radiated from him.

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