NovelGoldChapter 454
Even if it meant divorcing Stella.
Right now-maybe it was the fever, maybe it was something else-Haynes felt a strange, unsettling emotion flicker
through his chest.
"Haynie, Haynie, are you even listening to me?"
Rachel's voice yanked him out of his thoughts.
Haynes blinked, regaining his composure. Whatever odd feeling had surfaced in his heart vanished, dissolving as
quickly as it came.
His voice was hoarse. "Call Stella. Tell her to cto the hospital. Now."
Rachel assumed Haynes meant to confront Stella, so she just nodded. "Alright."
Stella took her theading to the hospital, only leaving her apartment after finishing a leisurely breakfast.
As she reached the doorway to Haynes's room, she heard Rachel's voice from inside.
"Haynie, just have a bite, please. If you don't eat something, how are you supposed to get better?"
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There was a pause, then Haynes replied, his tone rough and weary. "No. I'm not hungry."
Rachel seemed ready to keep pleading, but Stella knocked and stepped into the room.
As she entered, a flicker of something passed through Haynes's eyes. Instinctively, his gaze dropped to her
hands.
Stella carried nothing but her purse-not even a simple bouquet for the patient. She hadn't brought any of the
homemade remedies she was so famous for, either. His expression darkened.
Stella quickly took in the scene: Rachel was standing by the bed, holding a steaming bow! of soup, looking ready
to spoon-feed Haynes. He, for his part, looked anything but willing.
Glancing at the bowl in Rachel's
hands, Stella offered a bit of unsolicited advice. "Ms. Pearce, O'Brien's a picky eater. He's not going to touch
anything
vel
store-bought. You'll have to make the soup yourself if you want him to
eat."
Truth was, Haynes hadn't always been this particular. Years of Stella's cooking
had simply spoiled his palate.
Rachel's face turned cold the moment she saw Stella.
"So, Ms. Cameron, are you here to beg Haynie for forgiveness?"
Stella's smile was faint, almost amused. "If anyone should be asking for
forgiveness, it's him—not me."
Her gaze shifted lazily to Haynes. "Well, Mr. O'Brien, how are you feeling now?"
He looked at her. "I want your cooking. Makessoup."
Rachel's face froze.
Stella didn't so much as flinch. "If you want soup, ask Ms. Pearce or the housekeeper. Haynes, I'm not your maid
anymore."
His dark eyes reflected her indifference.
In the past, whenever he was sick or hurt, Stella's eyes would fill with concern. Now, she looked at him like he
was a stranger.
Something in his voice sounded unsteady. "Stella, with that attitude, aren't you worried I'll hold you accountable
for what happened?"
She met his gaze, unfazed. "Would you really?"
Catching the way Rachel's face twisted, Stella smiled a little. "Don't getwrong. I'm not talking about whether
you'd miss me. I'm talking about my studio-and the music I've written."
Then she turned to Rachel. "Ms. Pearce, there's no need to treatlike a threat: Mr. O'Brien's gone out of his
way to pave the road for
If he hadn't pushed so hard, left no
space for anyone else, | woeft no
have been forced to cut ties so abruptly. The fact that he's in the hospital now just shows how much he cares for
you."
Rachel's eyes widened, clearly surprised by this revelation. For a moment,
something like gratitude softened her expression. "Everything you've done for me,
| truly appreciate. But..."
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