"Going for another part-ti job? Aren’t you tired?"
Stella Charlie smiled and said, "If I stayed ho, I’d be idle anyway. Working not only earns money but also teaches things, it’s quite good."
Vincent Warner thought of the text ssage on his phone and, after a mont of silence, softly said, "Don’t go, stay ho with ."
"I’ve already promised them, but I’ll finish work early this afternoon. I’ll co back right after."
Vincent kept silent, knowing that even if he could keep Stella by his side today, it wasn’t a permanent solution.
He couldn’t keep Stella locked up forever, and he knew full well what his mother was capable of.
After Stella finished tidying up the kitchen and was changing shoes to head out, Vincent ca over with car keys: "I’ll give you a ride."
Seeing that he already had his shoes on, Stella swallowed her words of persuasion.
As they went out, Vincent naturally held her hand. At that mont, Stella felt like the happiest person in the world.
This ti Stella’s part-ti job was at a flower shop. Vincent dropped her off at the shop entrance and reminded her, "Be safe when you’re alone. Call when you’re off work, and I’ll co pick you up."
"Okay, you go ho and rest." Stella stood by the roadside, waving at him.
Watching Stella enter the shop, Vincent returned to his car with a heavy heart.
He drove to a secluded tree-lined road and stopped, sitting alone in the car smoking.
His mother called again to press him, and Vincent frowned and hung up.
Imdiately, a text ssage ca through on his phone: "It seems you don’t care much for that girl. Her life ans little to you."
Vincent fiercely stubbed out his cigarette, tossed the phone aside, started the car, and drove down the path he wished not to tread.
Before he t Stella, he might have forsaken "love" and casually married a suitable but unloved woman.
But now he truly wanted a future with Stella.
However, the current situation was beyond his full control.
Maybe he should cut losses early and let Stella go...
Yet he seed unable to do it.
Two hours later, he returned to the flower shop where Stella was working part-ti.
Parking on the roadside, he sat in the car, watching Stella move box after box into the store.
On the way there, he had hesitated about whether to tell Stella everything.
But seeing her now, his resolve to be with her strengthened again.
"Welco!" Stella imdiately voiced a warm welco, hearing the door, without even seeing clearly who entered.
"Still busy?"
Seeing it was Vincent, Stella’s face relaxed with a natural smile: "It’s you? Why don’t you rest a bit longer?"
"When do you get off work?"
Stella pointed at the boxes in the yard: "Once these are finished, I can leave."
Vincent sighed deeply: "You don’t have to work so hard."
Stella smiled and shook her head: "The boxes aren’t heavy, they’re full of flowers, it’s not really hard work."
Yet Vincent was still concerned for her: "Take a break, I’ll do it."
"No, don’t get your clothes dirty."
However, Vincent had already rolled up his sleeves, and Stella smiled and followed him out, the two of them finishing together.
Seeing Stella holding the hundred yuan the shop owner handed over, she looked very content.
Perhaps for her, earning a hundred yuan in just a few hours was already quite good.
In the car, Vincent noticed the band-aid on Stella’s finger, paused, and said, "Don’t work anymore."
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