Chapter 24
ader Roma’s death, Lucius made sure to bring the children to the family estate every week to spend tome worth their grandfather.
Everyone silently agreed not to mention that name anymore.
In the taro little girls‘ eyes, Roman had simply gone somewhere very, very far away, and they didn’t
know when he’d return.
Every time Lucius brought home cake, they would always save a piece and put it in the refrigerator.
Time gradually softened the grief that had settled over the house.
The two girls grew more mischievous with age, turning the house upside down the moment anyone booked away.
Isabella had just woken from her afternoon nap when she spotted them huddled in a corner, sneakily going through something.
She was about to walk over and startle them when they came running over, waving several sheets of
paper
Mommy, who’s Stella?”
Isabella paused, finally noticing what they were holding looked familiar.
They were Lucius’s love letters–the ones he’d hidden away.
After seven years of marriage, she’d searched their entire bedroom without finding them, only for
two children to uncover them.
kabella didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
She put the papers in a box for safekeeping, then whispered something in the girls‘ ears.
When Lucius came home, both little girls excitedly ran up and surrounded him.
“Daddy, who’s Stella? Why did you write her so many letters?”
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Seeing what they held in their hands, Lucius’s eye twitched. He was about to take the letters when he heard Isabella clear her throat.
She was leaning against the second–floor railing, her eyes crinkled with laughter like a cunning fox.
Just from her expression, he knew she’d definitely read the letters.
When his secret of over ten years was finally exposed, he actually felt relieved.
The nanny took the children outside to play, and he approached Isabella with the letters. Before he could speak, she was already denying responsibility.
“Your precious daughters found those, not me! It has nothing to do with me!”
Lucius pulled her into his arms, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair as he chuckled softly.
“They were written for my Stella all along, so how could it have nothing to do with you?”
After all this time pretending, she’d finally heard the truth. Isabella reached up and pinched his ear.
“Confess everything! When did this start? Why didn’t you tell me when we got married?”
When it came to Isabella, Lucius could only surrender.
“I wrote the letters when you were seventeen, but I fell for you when I was thirteen. Remember that year we both got the flu? My parents were too busy with work, so they asked your mom to take care of me. We shared a hospital suite–you recovered faster since your case was milder, and you’d come give me medicine and candy every day. But you were too scared to say anything to me, and you wouldn’t wake me when I was sleeping. You’d just sit by my bed for an hour. The medicine would get cold, and you’d fall asleep too. When I woke you up, the first thing you’d do was take away the medicine bowl, saying cold medicine was uncomfortable to drink, then run out to have someone heat it up.”
“I’ve always been cold by nature. My older siblings were much older than me, and the ones my age were from different generations–everyone was afraid of me, so I was always alone. Only you would greet me politely every time you saw me. During holidays when you gave Ronan gifts, you’d always have him bring me something too. You were just being kind and well–mannered, but I remembered those gestures for years and never forgot them. I just knew you didn’t like me that way, and I was so much older than you, so I buried those feelings deep down. Thank goodness I finally have a chance
to tell you now.”
So much time had passed that Isabella couldn’t really remember those specific incidents Lucius
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described.
But seeing his eyes shine like stars when he talked about those memories made her fight back tears.
It turned out that while she’d been trying to reach for the stars, in someone else’s eyes, she had been the bright star illuminating his life.
She wiped her tears on his shirt, her voice choked with emotion.
“So you were the Santa Claus who left presents on my windowsill every Christmas?”
“That was me.”
“And the dress I wore on my eighteenth birthday–that was mixed in with your gifts too?”
“You figured that out?”
“When you heard I wanted to marry you, were you so happy you got completely lost?”
“I couldn’t find north, south, east, or west…”
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