A sour and pungent sll wafted from the two large trash bins placed at the entrance of the corridor, mixed with the scent of smoke and alcohol from the basent tenants. Stella Charlie frowned in distaste.
She paused in front of the iron door, lowered her head, and found her keys from her bag to open the door.
Vincent Warner looked around and softly asked, "Is it safe here?"
Stella paused her movents to open the door, gave a dry laugh, and replied, "I think it should be okay."
In fact, she knew that many local thugs lived here; when leaving in the morning and being whistled at, she only pretended not to hear, quickening her pace to leave.
Vincent glanced down at the dilapidated iron door, feeling as though he could easily kick it down.
Inside was where Stella lived; as far as the eye could see, there was only a not-so-large bed.
In such a dirty and ssy environnt, she still managed to arrange her small ho to be relatively neat and cozy.
"...Sorry, there’s no way to invite you to sit down," she said apologetically.
Vincent averted his gaze and said to her from the doorway, "Why don’t you rent my apartnt instead?"
The day Stella went house hunting, she still had a rough idea of the rental prices in this area.
The location of Vincent’s apartnt would likely cost more than two months of her salary just for the rent.
She smiled, forced a lighthearted joke, and said, "You should rent it to soone else, I can’t afford such high rent."
"Just pay whatever the rent costs around here," Vincent suggested.
Stella knew that Vincent didn’t need that bit of rent money, and didn’t lack that apartnt, but she didn’t want to accept such sympathy and charity.
"I know you gave them compensation money, the accident wasn’t supposed to have anything to do with you. After that, you were still willing to pay for my treatnt, I already owe you a favor, so you don’t have to feel guilty towards anymore, nor do you need to..."
Vincent gently interrupted her, saying, "I’m not making ands for anything, I just want to help you. Everyone has difficult tis, you’re so young, you don’t need to be so stubborn."
Stella lowered her eyes in silence. Even a stranger couldn’t help worrying about her, yet her own blood relatives could remain indifferent.
"It’s not safe for a girl like you to live here alone. My apartnt is empty anyway. If you can’t pay that much, just help clean once in a while, since I’m spending money on a maid every week for cleaning anyway. It might as well cover the rent," Vincent offered.
Stella paused and still refused Vincent, "This place is quite convenient, it’s not far from where I work, so I’m too lazy to move back and forth."
Vincent sighed and said, "Alright, I haven’t changed the door code, and you know the address. Feel free to go there if you ever need to."
"...Thank you."
"I’ll be off now, rember to lock your door."
"Mm."
Stella watched Vincent’s departing figure and found herself lost in thought.
At this tender age, during such a solitary ti, being cared for by soone like a prince walking out of a fairy tale, the warmth and flutter in her heart intertwined.
"Is he your boyfriend? Seems pretty rich, why let you live in a place like this?" The man with tattoos across the hallway mocked with a frivolous tone.
Stella snapped back to reality and hurriedly closed her door.
Inhaling the musty sll in the room, listening to the brazen scampering of mice on the ceiling, pulled her thoughts back to reality, dispelling those absurd and unrealistic ideas from her mind.
His world was a realm she could not reach, and such disparity should not be wished for.
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