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The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1253

Foreman knelt numbly, his fingers trembling as he picked up the broken pieces.

Stella had never seen him like this before, and a wave of guilt washed over her.

"Foreman, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

He didn't look up, his expression lost in shadow. After a long moment, he finally managed a hoarse, "I'm fine."

"Foreman, Joshua didn't do it on purpose," Stella tried to explain. "Please don't be angry with him. The music box…"

Before she could finish, Joshua cut in. "Don't worry, Mr. Richards. I'll find a way to have it repaired, or I'll track down that sculptor and commission an identical one."

*Identical?* Foreman scoffed inwardly. This music box was one of a kind. There would never be another one like it.

His gaze drifted to her desk and landed on the preserved rose, the very one he had once thrown to the ground, causing a few petals to fall. It now sat in a place of honor, the most prominent spot in her office.

Stella noticed his line of sight and her eyes flickered. She stepped forward, subtly blocking his view.

"Foreman, it's almost lunchtime. Let me treat you."

He lowered his gaze. "Alright."

After what had just happened, bringing Joshua along would have been completely tone-deaf. She turned to him. "Joshua, you'll have to get lunch on your own. Foreman and I are going out."

Joshua didn't argue. "Okay. Call me if you need anything."

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