Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 2101

Beck paused in his tracks, shaking his head at the sheer audacity of some people. If she wanted to kneel, then so be it.

Stella had just escaped the torment at Jason's place, and she was barely holding on. The moment Beck's silhouette disappeared from view, she collapsed, unconscious.

Beck's team, unsure of what to do next, quickly sought his instructions. Beck, with a nonchalant shrug, directed them to take her to the hospital.

This time, Stella's illness was severe, much like the last. Her fever stubbornly refused to break, despite the doctor's numerous attempts to treat her. Beck didn't rush to send her away, though. He had a gala to attend that evening and couldn't be bothered to stay by her bedside.

Once he left, Stella picked up her phone and called Dave.

"Dave, have you gotten away from Jason yet?"

Dave, who'd been sticking around Jason just to keep tabs on Stella, had already made his quiet exit once she was no longer there.

"Can you get me a certain drug? I need it now."

As Dave listened to her request, a flicker of shock crossed his eyes.

"Stella, you can't possibly be thinking..."

Stella nodded, then realized he couldn't see her through the phone.

"Yes, I am. Beck's dead set on avoiding me, and soon I'll be wanted by a lot of people. I just want one night with him. Is that too much to ask?"

Dave was silent on the other end, rubbing his temples after a long pause.

"Are you out of your mind? If he finds out, we're both done for."

"Then we just can't let him find out. You have the stuff, right?"

After another moment of silence, Dave made up his mind and sent over his stash.

That night, Beck arrived at the gala, dressed in a crisp white suit. He mingled with some business partners under the watchful eye of Dylan, his brother, before retreating to a quiet corner to wait out the event.

He made a quick trip to the second floor, intending to find his usual group of friends, but they were nowhere to be found. Instead, he ended up having a drink alone. Soon, he found himself being led into a secluded room down the hallway, his mind foggy and his body burning with an inexplicable heat.

He had a vague awareness of what was happening, but it was impossible to fight back. Especially when a soft, fragrant body pressed up against him, clinging tightly.

Beck considered telling the woman to leave, but there was something about her scent—clean, like a fresh shampoo—that he found irresistibly appealing. He hesitated, and the yearning inside him threatened to explode.

Beck was frustrated—he'd been off his game, and it cost him. Though he hadn't suffered much, the idea of being with an unknown woman gnawed at him.

Days passed without any progress in the investigation, but then Jason reached out. His tone was severe, demanding Stella's return and issuing a dire warning.

Beck frowned. Jason was a savvy businessman, not one to make threats lightly. What had happened?

"Mr. Sanders, you have one hour to bring Stella to me."

"What happened?"

"She poisoned me. There's no antidote. I need her to cure me."

Stella poisoned Jason? Beck hurried to Jason's place with his team.

Upon arrival, it was clear Jason wasn't bluffing. He lay in bed, cheeks sunken and skin pale. Bonnie knelt beside him, looking equally grim, having been sick all morning.

Bonnie’s health was far worse than Jason's, and she was already halfway to the grave.