EuropeNovelChapter 322:
Stella was a person who would certainly do anything she said she would do. Just after she mentioned writing a
book, she began to actually write one. RK thought that she was just joking, but in the afternoon, she started
typing on the computer keyboard.
“She was an introverted girl who never spoke to others. She felt very lonely. No one understood her, and no one
cared about her. She had always lived an ordinary life in a hidden corner of the big world.
Sometimes, she wondered if she disappeared, would anyone look for her? Then she would always answer her
own question, ‘No, no one. You are so insignificant. Who would remember you? You..."
“Hey, RK. Don’t be so shameless... Don’t peek at my .” RK was in high spirits when Stella cback from
the bathroom. As soon as she saw RK peeking at the documents on her laptop, she immediately snatched the
laptop back.
“I am not shameless. You're the one who opened the document and placed it in front of me, okay? It just caught
my eye,” RK argued shamelessly.
“Alright, alright, alright. RK, there's no need to say anything; | know you are shameless. Your face was almost
stuck to my laptop screen. What do you mean it caught your eye? Don’t talk nonsense in broad daylight.”
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It was the first tthat Stella had written something, so she couldn't help but feel a little shy. She covered her
laptop and scolded RK.
RK finally saw the side of Stella that was like a little girl. He felt that he had stumbled upon something
unexpected, so he didn’t argue with her anymore.
Stella cursed him in her heart, and then, at the stime, she lay down on the bed and typed.
Typing was quite difficult. Think about it. Normally, when you chatted with friends, you wouldn't feel tired no
matter how long you talked. However, if you typed without any purpose, it was different. You would get so bored
you felt like exploding. If you had to write an article, you would think about how to write it and then put your
thoughts into the laptop.
It was just torture, especially when RK sat next to her and kept interrupting her thoughts. It would be strange if
she could write well.
She remembered that when she was in high school, Stella's writing skills had always been the best. Whether it
was writing or ideas, she was always praised by the teacher. The teacher often told her that she could consider
doing things in different aspects.
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Unfortunately, at that time, although she wanted to pursue such a career, she had felt powerless. David couldn't
give her much financial support, so she spent most of her tand energy working and studying.
She could only study diligently, write each composition casually, and then go to university. In a word, her life was
not very exciting. Later, when she went to university, she gradually cultivated shobbies. Occasionally, she
would teach others calligraphy and painting.
When she was in the mood, she would also travel with her classmates. She climbed mountains, swam in lakes,
went shopping, and traveled around before finally returning. No matter how ambitious she was, she could not
use it as an excuse to avoid reality. Sometimes, she took a step back to sober up and saw many things clearly.
Thus, this time, she prepared to write a book to fulfill her dream from years ago. At least she could let the
teacher think that she was not that hopeless.
Thinking of this, Stella was filled with motivation. She concentrated on typing in front of the laptop.
RK had a feeling that his life would be very boring in the future. He might have to listen to typing on the
keyboard every day.
RK felt that he couldn't let Stella kill him so easily. He had to make a big move.
In the afternoon, RK took Adrian to the hospital.
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“Darling, darling, | am here to see you!”
Stella was absorbed in typing when she heard Adrian and touched his tender little face. “Didn’t you say you
would con weekends?”
“What's the matter? Don’t you welcme? Did | disturb you two? Lettell you, it was Bad Uncle who
broughthere. What do you think? Is it an accident?”
Stella glared at RK, who acted as if he could do anything.
“Of course not. | want you to come. That's why | won't be bored,” Stella continued to glare at RK.
“That's good. Doesn't Bad Uncle talk to you? Why are you so bored? Then | will have a good chat with you today.
I won't go back tonight; | will sleep with you.” Adrian tilted his head and began to inch closer to share a bed with
Stella.
“No, you have to go hfor dinner at six o'clock.” Before Stella could say anything, RK turned Adrian down
coldly.
Adrian pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest in dissatisfaction. He looked at RK with a resentful
expression. RK completely ignored Adrian’s glares and continued to sit on the sofa in a cold and aloof manner.
“Darling, Bad Uncle is bullying me,” Adrian complained to Stella in a tearful voice.
“It doesn’t matter. | will help you bully him later,” Stella said fiercely.
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