Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 231: Chapter 231
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Stella had wanted to get to bed early since she had an early meeting in the morning.
The plumbers had already started repairs in her room. She had no idea how long it would take, so she headed over to Jordan's room.
As soon as she stepped into Jordan's room, she was struck by how neat and tidy everything was. From her experience, guys' rooms were always a disaster, especially Max's. Anyway, Lionel was a different story.
She remembered how, after a basketball game, Max would just dump his sweaty clothes all over the floor. Or if he was getting ready to go out, he'd rip through his closet, creating a mountain of rejected clothes.
The maids were too scared to touch anything Max threw on the floor. They were afraid they'd move something "important," and he'd completely lose it on them when he couldn't find it. Stella was usually the one who cleaned up his messes.
Jordan's room, by contrast, was simple and minimalist. There wasn't much stuff, and the whole space felt calm and comfortable. Stella walked over to the bed, her eyes landing on a photo frame on the nightstand.
She picked it up. It was a picture of five people. There was an older couple who she guessed were Jordan's grandparents, and a younger couple who must have been his parents.
And there was a cute little boy, maybe five or six. He had the biggest, brightest smile. It had to be Jordan.
Stella stared at the photo. She had never seen this version of Jordan. The boy in the picture was radiating a kind of carefree happiness she couldn't imagine on the face of the man she knew now.
The Jordan of today might feel happy, sure, but he would never smile like that—so open and completely unguarded.
'Is it because they're all gone?' Stella wondered, a pang of sadness in her chest. 'Is that why he lost that smile?'
She looked back at the faces of the four adults, and a strange ripple of recognition went through her. It was a nagging feeling, like she knew them from somewhere but couldn't place it. Shaking the strange feeling off, Stella lay down on Jordan's bed.
Growing up, besides her own bed, Lionel's was the only other one she'd ever slept in. Lying here in Jordan's bed felt different, a little strange. But somehow, she fell asleep almost instantly.
The plumbers finished with Stella's bathroom and headed toward Jordan's room to start on his. Right then, Jordan emerged from the study. He quietly pushed the door to his room open just a crack and saw Stella, fast asleep.
He waved the crew away, telling them to come back tomorrow morning for this room. They nodded and moved on to another room.
Jordan gently shut the door and stood there for a moment. A warm smile spread across his face as he watched Stella sleeping soundly in his bed.
His gaze fell once again on the photo on his nightstand, and he picked it up. As always, the same sharp pain shot through him. His grandparents and his parents were gone.
He never wanted to hide his past from Stella. It just didn't feel like the right time. He was terrified that if he told her now, she would feel sorry for him. He didn't want her pity. He was greedy, and he wanted her love.
Jordan didn't climb into bed next to Stella. Instead, he took the couch. Just this—being in the same room with her, hearing her breathe—was more than enough for now.
Her body was still healing, and he would never push her. He could wait. He would wait for as long as it took.
The next morning, Stella woke up feeling refreshed. It had been ages since she'd slept that well.
She looked around the room, but Jordan was nowhere to be seen. Then, she got up and opened the door to look for him, and she saw Eleanor coming out of her bedroom down the hall.
Eleanor looked surprised for a moment. "Stella, you... Last night..."
The plumbers had already started repairs in her room. She had no idea how long it would take, so she headed over to Jordan's room.
As soon as she stepped into Jordan's room, she was struck by how neat and tidy everything was. From her experience, guys' rooms were always a disaster, especially Max's. Anyway, Lionel was a different story.
She remembered how, after a basketball game, Max would just dump his sweaty clothes all over the floor. Or if he was getting ready to go out, he'd rip through his closet, creating a mountain of rejected clothes.
The maids were too scared to touch anything Max threw on the floor. They were afraid they'd move something "important," and he'd completely lose it on them when he couldn't find it. Stella was usually the one who cleaned up his messes.
Jordan's room, by contrast, was simple and minimalist. There wasn't much stuff, and the whole space felt calm and comfortable. Stella walked over to the bed, her eyes landing on a photo frame on the nightstand.
She picked it up. It was a picture of five people. There was an older couple who she guessed were Jordan's grandparents, and a younger couple who must have been his parents.
And there was a cute little boy, maybe five or six. He had the biggest, brightest smile. It had to be Jordan.
Stella stared at the photo. She had never seen this version of Jordan. The boy in the picture was radiating a kind of carefree happiness she couldn't imagine on the face of the man she knew now.
The Jordan of today might feel happy, sure, but he would never smile like that—so open and completely unguarded.
'Is it because they're all gone?' Stella wondered, a pang of sadness in her chest. 'Is that why he lost that smile?'
She looked back at the faces of the four adults, and a strange ripple of recognition went through her. It was a nagging feeling, like she knew them from somewhere but couldn't place it. Shaking the strange feeling off, Stella lay down on Jordan's bed.
Growing up, besides her own bed, Lionel's was the only other one she'd ever slept in. Lying here in Jordan's bed felt different, a little strange. But somehow, she fell asleep almost instantly.
The plumbers finished with Stella's bathroom and headed toward Jordan's room to start on his. Right then, Jordan emerged from the study. He quietly pushed the door to his room open just a crack and saw Stella, fast asleep.
He waved the crew away, telling them to come back tomorrow morning for this room. They nodded and moved on to another room.
Jordan gently shut the door and stood there for a moment. A warm smile spread across his face as he watched Stella sleeping soundly in his bed.
His gaze fell once again on the photo on his nightstand, and he picked it up. As always, the same sharp pain shot through him. His grandparents and his parents were gone.
He never wanted to hide his past from Stella. It just didn't feel like the right time. He was terrified that if he told her now, she would feel sorry for him. He didn't want her pity. He was greedy, and he wanted her love.
Jordan didn't climb into bed next to Stella. Instead, he took the couch. Just this—being in the same room with her, hearing her breathe—was more than enough for now.
Her body was still healing, and he would never push her. He could wait. He would wait for as long as it took.
The next morning, Stella woke up feeling refreshed. It had been ages since she'd slept that well.
She looked around the room, but Jordan was nowhere to be seen. Then, she got up and opened the door to look for him, and she saw Eleanor coming out of her bedroom down the hall.
Eleanor looked surprised for a moment. "Stella, you... Last night..."
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