The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1174

Stella looked into Joshua’s eyes and said softly, “If it were you… I would.”

Joshua froze for a moment, then let out a gentle laugh.

He knew, deep down, that this was probably just a well-meaning lie.

Yet in that instant, he realized he’d never heard a lie sound quite so beautiful.

No wonder some people welcome sweet lies, savoring them as if they were honey.

Now, for the first time, he understood that feeling.

That night, even though he was sleeping in a drafty, uncomfortable cave, Joshua slept more soundly than he had in years.

A strange thought occurred to him: If only he could stay in this moment forever—how wonderful would that be?

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The next morning, when Stella woke, the sunlight outside was painfully bright.

She shifted slightly, noticing the dizziness had faded quite a bit, though her body still felt weak and limp.

Joshua walked in carrying a pitcher of water. When he saw she was awake, he said, “Your fever’s gone, but you’re still very weak.”

Stella looked at him warily. “We’re not staying here another day, are we?”

Joshua’s dark eyes were as deep as a midnight lake. “And what if I said yes?”

Stella blurted out, “No way. We have to leave today.”

Two days and a night was already pushing it. She’d been missing too long—by now, the world outside was probably erupting into chaos.

Joshua looked at her. “So, you don’t want to stay here with me?”

Stella’s lashes fluttered as she met his gaze—so dark, so fathomless, as if it held all the stars in the sky.

Her heart skipped. “What?”

Joshua’s voice dropped low as he repeated, “Is it so bad being with me?”

Stella stared at him, a strange feeling stirring inside her.

So why did her heart suddenly feel so unsteady?

His voice interrupted her thoughts. “Star, if you don’t get on, we might just end up spending another night here.”

A few seconds later, Stella relented and let Joshua carry her.

Right now, she could barely walk—she’d need a whole day and night just to get out on her own.

Joshua hoisted her effortlessly, barely seeming to notice her weight.

His stride was steady and quick, nothing like her painful crawl.

The woods were quiet around them, and conversation faded. The silence pressed in, making Stella uneasy.

Finally, she broke it. “Who do you think sent those hitmen? Leonard Lerman? Or Sellers Burton?”

She’d been too sick to think straight these past few days, but now the questions started crowding in.

Joshua replied, “I don’t think it was either of them.”