BookToReadBeck glanced down at his sleeve, gripped tightly in her hand, and then into the depth of her eyes.
There was an unfathomable darkness there, as if not a single spark of light existed.
He furrowed his brow slightly, "I'm not leaving, I'm just going to get you swater." "I don't want water, I'm not thirsty." But her lips were so cracked that traces of blood were visible.
After a moment's thought, Beck gently ruffled her hair.
Stella was still shivering slightly, unwilling to let go of him.
Soon, a maid arrived at the door, alerted by Stella's loud calls that had awakened others in the house.
Sitting by the bed, Beck instructed the maid.
"Bring a glass of warm water and sfever reducer, please." Stella's fever had worsened, perhaps just as the doctor said, she had been too tense.
The maid quickly brought the water and handed the pill to Beck.
He gently tilted Stella's chin and fed her the medication.
Stella opened her mouth but did not swallow.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBeck hesitated for only a second before he pushed the pill deeper into her throat with his finger. Reluctantly, Stella swallowed the pill.
Beck then brought the glass to her lips, gently encouraging her to drink.
After coughing twice, her eyes still looked lost.
Once she had drunk half the glass, Beck placed it on the nightstand beside the bed.
"Try to get ssleep." "Beck, don't go." It seemed like that was all she could say.
Beck chuckled softly, thinking how addictive calling his nhad be for her. Whether he was indeed her Beck was still up for debate.
He stroked her hair, pondering if a paternity test done with her hair at this moment would yield a different result.
But seeing her flushed, defenseless face made him reconsider.
Why take advantage of her vulnerability? He sat by her side for a while, waiting until her breathing beclight, before standing up to leave.
He smelled of liquor and wanted to take a shower in his own room.
But as he stood up, a force pulled him back down.
Stella looked at him, her eyes reddening as if she were about to cry.
"Aren't you staying?" For a moment, Beck felt like he was soothing Rosemary Sanders.
But he quickly dismissed the thought; Rosemary Sanders was much easier tofort.
Losing his patience, Beck forcefully pulled his sleeve back.
Stella bit her lip, silently crying as she watched him.
Beck suddenly felt a surge of anger, thinking she must have mistaken him for one of her many fallback options.
Sick and vulnerable, she probably wished for thoseforting fallbacks to be by her side.
Taking a deep breath, he took off his jacket, leaving him in his shirt, and sat back down heavily. "Stella, you better recognize who I am." Seeing him stay, Stella sighed with relief, her voice choked with emotion.
"Beck." Beck's heart skipped a beat, as if bitten by an insect.
Just as he was about to say something, Stella slowly lay down, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Beck, you've been the kindest to me." Beck stiffened, suddenly feeling a pang of difort.
Why would she think he was the kindest to her? Or was it that after enduring hardship for so long, even the slightest sweetness felt like the sweetest thing in the world? Beck had never known hardship, and at this to dement, he didn't care t rit further, choosing in one in silence. The room fell quiet, and Stella's hand cautiously reached out, touching his hand resting by the bed.
Beck's hand was cold from the outside air.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Stella, feverish, had hands like a furnace.
Beck's fingers twitched, wanting to pull away, but Stella quickly grasped his hand, intertwining their fingers.
Beck nearly stood up in shock.
"Are you crazy?" Do you know what you're doing? Since when do siblings hold hands like this? He was about to continue, but then he saw Stella, delirious with fever.
Holding his hand seemed to bring herfort; her face looked less frightened.
"Beck, you're the best." The force with which Beck was trying to withdraw his hand relaxed, and he looked at her face.
Her hair, damp with sweat, clung to her cheeks, her lips were cherry-red, and her eyelashes long.
"Beck." She called out again, pulling his hand to her cheek.
Beck remained silent, feeling his hand warm up, then his whole body ufortable, unsure of what was causing his unease.
It wasn't until Stella's breathing slowed hand as et , but she held on this that he tried to p f clinging to a lifeline. S Left with no choice, Beck made do with spending the night by the bed.
The next day, when Stella woke up, she instinctively tightened her grip on her fingers.
It felt like she had been holding onto something reassuring as she slept, feeling very secure. She looked around the room, but it was empty.
Beck had indeed spent the entire night in her room, confirming it wasn't just her imagination.
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