Stella York's lips suddenly parted; her tone was very calm, as if she had been prepared for this moment.
She stepped forward, reached out to do up Lucas Scott's shirt buttons and straighten his flipped collar, before gently lifting her head.
"I've packed my stuff, and I can leave right away. You don't have to see me out," Stella spoke softly.
In fact, she didn't have any luggage; everything here belonged to Lucas Scott, and she didn't want to take anything with her.
The only thing she truly wanted to take was a photo frame, but he was unwilling to give it to her.
Her eyes looked desolate, but soon, they regained composure, quietly waiting for Lucas Scott to give the order to let her go.
But she waited for a long time, and Lucas Scott did not speak.
He just looked down slightly, eyeing her coldly, his eyes exuding a threatening chill...
The hand by his side, clenched into a fist at an unknown time, as if he was holding back something.
