Love After Divorce

Chapter 302: Seeing that Stella looked well and her voice was not so weak, Tristan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank you.

I am much better, Stella smiled.

When she turned to look at RK, she had an expression that suggested he owed her something.

What are you standing there for? Go and get some water.

RK went to pour a glass of water, picked up a straw, and was about to hand it to Stella.

Not for me, but for Brother Tristan.

RK was very angry as he handed the water to Tristan.

Tristan was also a little stunned.

Brother Tristan? She was beginning to call him Brother Tristan again.

Did that mean that after this incident, she started to treat him like a brother again? Or was she back together with RK? In the end, Tristan walked out of the hospital with a sense of loss.

RK left the ward under the pretext of sending Tristan off, a sneer on his face.

RK, are you with her again? It took RK a moment to realize that Tristan was referring to Stella.

Are you out of your mind? Do I look like someone who will return to what I have given up before? RK replied.

Besides, Stella cant forget me, so what can I do? You had better give up.

Six years ago, you didnt have a chance, and six years later, you still wont have a chance.

Tristan didnt want to argue with RK.

Since Stella hadnt chosen to be with RK again, it meant that she had completely let go of him.

Did it mean that she had forgotten about the past six years? If she had forgotten it, would she be able to accept his love? RK felt that Tristans reaction was sorrowful, aligning with him being lovelorn and heartbroken.

RK was very satisfied with this.

RK watched as Stella got better day by day.

He started to take care of her when she was unconscious and continued until she woke up.

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He watched as she could speak and as her body gradually regained strength, allowing her to reach out and grab things.

He felt that this was something he was prouder of than taking care of Alia and Adrian.

He suddenly understood why some people worked so hard to become doctors, battling against death every day.

The feeling of saving lives and healing injuries was amazing, especially for someone he cherished.

He no longer felt helpless or lost.

He could smile with her and suffer with her.

He knew that there was nothing in the world more satisfying than this.

Stellas body was improving day by day, but she still didnt dare to move.

Usually, she wouldnt lie on her back because her back injury was too serious.

She knew that her back might no longer be fair and smooth in the future.

Fortunately, she wasnt someone who particularly cared about her appearance, nor was she a young lady of the upper class.

She didnt need to wear an exposed evening gown.

She could continue to work and wear her usual clothes like jeans and T-shirts as before.

Unfortunately, no matter how optimistic she was, she couldnt deny that she felt sad.

Even though she was a girl who had lived a rough life, she couldnt say that she didnt care about her appearance at all.

When she saw the long scar on her back, she still felt sadness and regret.

One day, while bickering with RK, she accidentally touched the wound on her back.

The pain was so intense that she broke out in a cold sweat.

RK was so nervous that he forgot the difference between men and women.

He opened her hospital gown to check if her wound was bleeding.

Fortunately, it wasnt.

RK.

She lowered her voice.

How long is the wound on my back? RK thought she was looking to settle accounts with him.

To his surprise, she asked that question when she opened her mouth.

He felt caught off guard.

Its alright.

Its not very long.

I am sure it wont be visible once you have recovered, RK said vaguely.

Be honest.

How long is it? Stella looked at RK with a serious expression in her eyes.

Dont lie to me.

Its quite long.

Stella remained silent.

The air seemed to freeze.

RK was about to comfort her; however, she opened her mouth first.

Am I ugly? When she asked that, Stella choked back sobs.

Its not ugly.

Its like a painting drawn by Adrian, RK comforted her in a soft voice.

Stella smiled reluctantly.

She could vaguely feel that the scar on her back was very long, as if it had swept across her entire back.

She didnt know if it was because of the pain or the long scar, but she knew her back was her fault, so she had to bear it.

Stellas sense of time was vague.

She didnt know how much time she had spent in the hospital.

She only knew that Adrian had come to see her many times.

Emily also visited her often.

She had watched all the TV series on the tablet.

Every time she watched a variety or reality show, she laughed so hard that her back hurt.

She kept resting, and the pain in her back began to reduce.

Finally, one day, she could walk again.

RK helped her up and walked around the ward a few times.

She didnt rest until she was sweating profusely.

Now, she could finally understand how Adrian felt when he was learning to walk again in the ward.

It was just that she couldnt exert herself too much because if she did, her back would hurt.

Stella, you big lazy pig, get up.

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