He Never Noticed Me Until I Loved Someone Else novel Chapter 67

George was audibly blindsided. He had spent the last few weeks pulling every string he had, but the mall management had ruthlessly rejected him at every turn.

Then, entirely out of the blue yesterday, he received a call instructing Seraphina to submit her paperwork for immediate approval. First thing this morning, Seraphina had called him screaming with joy that the lease was signed.

George had naturally assumed Stella had pulled strings behind the scenes. After all, Mrs. Higgins had reported that Jarrod was coming home much more frequently and had even started sleeping in the master bedroom.

To George, their improving relationship meant Stella finally had the leverage to secure favors.

To hear her flat-out deny any involvement was a shock.

"Then why would Jarrod suddenly change his mind?" George asked suspiciously.

Stella scoffed softly. "I have no idea. Maybe your precious youngest daughter found herself a more powerful sugar daddy."

She hung up before he could respond.

It was one of the incredibly rare times George hadn't spent the phone call screaming at her.

But the only reason he had used that sickeningly sweet tone was because he thought she had helped Seraphina.

He had even flaunted the fact that Sylvia was going to cook for her.

It just made Stella feel sick to her stomach.

Back then, George had loved her mother so much. When her mom was dying, he had practically lived at her hospital bedside.

After she passed, he had been devastated, weeping over her photographs every single night.

But barely a year later, he had married Sylvia. And his justification was utterly repulsive—

Sylvia's face bore a fifty-percent resemblance to her dead mother's.

He had even demanded that Stella treat the woman as her own flesh and blood...

The suffocating wave of despair from the past crashed over her again.

She tilted her head back, squeezing her eyes shut to force the tears back down.

When Jarrod finally walked into his office, he found Stella curled up in the corner of the sofa, fast asleep.

She lay on her side, looking small and obedient, her head resting gently on her folded arms. A few stray hairs clung to her pale cheeks, and there was the unmistakable glisten of dried tears near her eyes.

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