Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 2072

Morgan nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw him; his cigarette dropped to the ground in shock.

It was just past 2 a.m. Why on earth would Beck show up now?

Beck's gaze shifted to the scene on the bed before landing a heavy punch on Morgan's face.

"Do you even know what you're doing? She's your sister!"

Morgan hit the floor hard, his cheek swelling up instantly, tears starting to stream down his face. "She's no sister of mine!"

The men who had been hovering around the bed stopped in their tracks, unsure whether to continue.

Beck took a deep breath, "Get out! All of you, just get out!"

The men glanced at Morgan, now a crying mess, and decided not to mess with Beck, quickly making their exit.

On the bed, Stella's hands were tied behind her back, staring blankly at him.

Beck strode over, intending to untie the ropes binding her wrists.

But the sight of blood on the ropes made him hesitate, his heart aching at the thought of causing her more pain.

"Just bear with me."

Stella seemed to come back to life, a smile on her face. "Beck, I never thought you'd actually come. You know, at this moment, you're like an angel to me."

Beck couldn't believe she was in the mood for jokes at a time like this.

He found a pair of scissors and cut the ropes.

Her wrists were a gruesome sight, raw and bloody.

But Beck, with his keen eyes, spotted old scars among the fresh wounds.

He wasn't naive; he knew what those scars meant.

Only now did he realize Stella had many secrets hidden away.

Feeling exhausted, Stella leaned back on the bed as soon as she was freed.

"Beck, take me with you. I just want to sleep. Your place is the only place I feel safe."

Beck didn't refuse; he picked her up.

Stella's laughter turned into tears as she suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"Beck, I'm still clean."

It was as if Beck had been scorched, he jerked his hand away.

Stella froze in her seat.

Beck returned to the driver's seat, not saying a word.

It wasn't until they stopped outside his mansion that he finally spoke, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"You're a Sanders, and I'm your brother. Don't try your tricks with me; they won't work."

And he wasn't about to be fooled.

Stella turned to look at his profile, a smile breaking through her tears, amused by his serious demeanor.

She opened the car door and got out first.

Unnoticed, her body was still trembling with fear.