Chapter 375:

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After drying her hair, she walked out looking much more composed.

Matthew had been waiting outside for quite a while, yet he displayed no signs of impatience on his face. He sized her up to make sure she was genuinely okay, and only then did he finally relax.

With the recent awkward encounter in the bathroom, a hint of embarrassment still colored Matthew’s interactions with Stella.

Clearing his throat, he suggested, somewhat stiffly, «You can stay here tonight.»

Stella immediately started to object, «No, I can go back to…» But she was cut off before she could complete her sentence.

Matthew looked intently at her and asserted, «Your place with Miley isn’t secure right now. It’s safer for you to stay here.»

Stella paused to consider his words.

While she couldn’t fault his logic, the prospect of staying here made her uneasy. Could she really reside in the same space as him, especially when she hadn’t yet acclimated to her new role as Matthew’s wife?

Sensing Stella’s hesitance, Matthew reassured her, «I’ve prepared a separate room for you, and I’ll also arrange for someone to look after your grandfather. Everything is under control.»

Stella was taken aback. She hadn’t anticipated that Matthew would have thought everything through so meticulously.

«Come on, let’s get you settled into your room,» Matthew said, tenderly patting Stella’s head as he led her out. Her new room was situated conveniently next to Matthew’s.

As they reached the door, Matthew swung it open.

The room was clean and tastefully painted with soft pink hues.

But what truly astonished Stella was the wall adorned entirely with photos of her.

Stella stood there, speechless, her eyes widening in disbelief.

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Photographs of her adorned the walls. The pictures spanned from her childhood to adulthood, including her graduation, as if she had inhabited this room her entire life.

Turning to Matthew, she inquired softly, «How did you get these pictures?»

She had never even seen some of the photos before.

Biting his lower lip, Matthew confessed, «I got some from your grandfather, and I took others secretly when you were out and about.»

A hint of shyness unexpectedly colored his features.

Clearing his throat, Matthew added, «I was planning to reveal my true self to you, so I made some preparations.»

Stella felt a rush of emotion, her eyes misting over.

«Thank you,» she murmured, casting her gaze downward.

After a momentary pause, Matthew tenderly brushed a stray hair from Stella’s face. «It’s the least I could do,» he said, his voice low and magnetic. «Rest up. If you’re hungry, there’s food in the kitchen downstairs. I’ll leave you to it for now.»

Stella nodded, acutely aware that Matthew’s days were filled with pressing matters, and grateful for the time he’d sacrificed for her today.

Matthew left the room, softly closing the door behind him. Stella studied the photographs for a few more moments before drifting over to the bed.

Slipping under the fragrant, inviting quilt, she found it remarkably comfortable.

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