Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 122: Chapter 122
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Stella sighed inwardly, 'I should have seen it coming. But it all happened so fast. And I didn't expect that he'd planned everything—like he always knew we'd marry.' She dismissed the thought.
The confident Stella of years past might have believed it, but now? She was simply grateful he'd embraced their charade. "Thank you, Mr. Erwin," she murmured.
A flicker of amusement lit Jordan's eyes. "We are married, Stella. Do you want your family hearing 'Mr. Erwin' from your lips?"
Jordan, she corrected, warmth rising in her cheeks at the unexpected intimacy.
A faint, genuine smile touched Jordan's lips. "Just focus on healing here," he said gently. "Work can wait. Don't worry about anything else. Feel free to hang out or stay at home."
Stella nodded, a quiet sense of relief settling over her.
Lying in the unfamiliar bed that night, Stella tried to name the strange sensation. This new place somehow felt safer than home ever had. Here, she didn't even feel the need to lock the door. A profound, almost illogical trust in Jordan filled her.
Years of online connection couldn't explain this tangible security. Yet, it was there. That night, Stella sank into the deepest, most peaceful sleep she'd known in three years—deeper even than in Eleanor's protective embrace.
Early the next morning, when Stella woke up, a maid informed her that Jordan had left for work and the doctor would arrive soon.
After a light breakfast—her appetite still frail, worse even than in the town—she prepared for the appointment, knowing her body needed time to readjust to stability.
The doctor examined Stella and said, "Mrs. Erwin, in all my years of practice, seeing your condition firsthand has truly shocked me."
"Will I recover?" Her voice barely carried.
"A full recovery isn't possible, but you'll see significant improvement. At least during seasonal changes, you won't suffer as much as you do now," answered the doctor.
"Thank you," Stella said gratefully.
"Don't mention it. I'll do everything in my power to help you."
Stella nodded gratefully.
Acupuncture brought deep aches rather than sharp pain. Thankfully, it was bearable for her.
After the session, the doctor advised her, "Try to get out and get some fresh air. Don't stay cooped up at home all the time. Sunlight and movement heal what medicine can't."
Stella called Eleanor, asking to meet up, and Eleanor readily agreed. They met at a coffee shop.
The moment Eleanor saw Stella, she beamed and said warmly, "My dear granddaughter looks even more radiant than I remember."
Stella chuckled, "Grandma, it's only been half a day since we last saw each other. How could I possibly have gotten prettier in such a short time?"
"Of course you have. You're glowing with love—just what young people should be doing. I can tell Jordan, though a bit reserved, treats you exceptionally well."
Eleanor said warmly, "Yesterday was Jordan's first time at our house, but he didn't hesitate for a second to defend you and let you teach Max a lesson."
At Max's name, Eleanor's warmth vanished. "If he weren't my grandson, I would've turned him in to the police long ago."
"Grandma, you know what? If I didn't look exactly like Anna, I'd seriously doubt whether I'm really part of this family. How can Mom and Dad treat Anna and Max with so much love, yet treat me like this?"
The confident Stella of years past might have believed it, but now? She was simply grateful he'd embraced their charade. "Thank you, Mr. Erwin," she murmured.
A flicker of amusement lit Jordan's eyes. "We are married, Stella. Do you want your family hearing 'Mr. Erwin' from your lips?"
Jordan, she corrected, warmth rising in her cheeks at the unexpected intimacy.
A faint, genuine smile touched Jordan's lips. "Just focus on healing here," he said gently. "Work can wait. Don't worry about anything else. Feel free to hang out or stay at home."
Stella nodded, a quiet sense of relief settling over her.
Lying in the unfamiliar bed that night, Stella tried to name the strange sensation. This new place somehow felt safer than home ever had. Here, she didn't even feel the need to lock the door. A profound, almost illogical trust in Jordan filled her.
Years of online connection couldn't explain this tangible security. Yet, it was there. That night, Stella sank into the deepest, most peaceful sleep she'd known in three years—deeper even than in Eleanor's protective embrace.
Early the next morning, when Stella woke up, a maid informed her that Jordan had left for work and the doctor would arrive soon.
After a light breakfast—her appetite still frail, worse even than in the town—she prepared for the appointment, knowing her body needed time to readjust to stability.
The doctor examined Stella and said, "Mrs. Erwin, in all my years of practice, seeing your condition firsthand has truly shocked me."
"Will I recover?" Her voice barely carried.
"A full recovery isn't possible, but you'll see significant improvement. At least during seasonal changes, you won't suffer as much as you do now," answered the doctor.
"Thank you," Stella said gratefully.
"Don't mention it. I'll do everything in my power to help you."
Stella nodded gratefully.
Acupuncture brought deep aches rather than sharp pain. Thankfully, it was bearable for her.
After the session, the doctor advised her, "Try to get out and get some fresh air. Don't stay cooped up at home all the time. Sunlight and movement heal what medicine can't."
Stella called Eleanor, asking to meet up, and Eleanor readily agreed. They met at a coffee shop.
The moment Eleanor saw Stella, she beamed and said warmly, "My dear granddaughter looks even more radiant than I remember."
Stella chuckled, "Grandma, it's only been half a day since we last saw each other. How could I possibly have gotten prettier in such a short time?"
"Of course you have. You're glowing with love—just what young people should be doing. I can tell Jordan, though a bit reserved, treats you exceptionally well."
Eleanor said warmly, "Yesterday was Jordan's first time at our house, but he didn't hesitate for a second to defend you and let you teach Max a lesson."
At Max's name, Eleanor's warmth vanished. "If he weren't my grandson, I would've turned him in to the police long ago."
"Grandma, you know what? If I didn't look exactly like Anna, I'd seriously doubt whether I'm really part of this family. How can Mom and Dad treat Anna and Max with so much love, yet treat me like this?"
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