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The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1975

"..."

Stella took a piece of candy, clutching it in her palm as she turned to thank him.

By the time she reached the sofa, Roger had his eyes closed, already breathing in the slow, steady rhythm of deep sleep.

It had been less than two minutes since he last spoke.

Clearly, the night had completely drained him.

Stella sighed softly and pulled the blanket higher up his shoulders.

She crouched down on the floor, gently taking the arm he had thrown over his forehead and tucking it under the blanket so he wouldn't catch a chill.

But Roger was a light sleeper. At the slight touch, his entire body jolted awake.

"It's just me."

Stella offered a faint, reassuring smile, her voice a soft whisper. "I was just fixing your blanket."

"..."

Roger looked at her through heavy, sleep-blurred eyes, offering a lazy smile as the icy edge in his gaze melted away.

As he drifted back to sleep, his fingers instinctively laced through hers, holding on tight.

"Roger..."

Stella had wanted to remind him to let go, but seeing how exhausted he looked, she couldn't bear to wake him again.

She simply sat beside him, letting him hold her hand.

Time ticked by.

When Roger finally woke up, three and a half hours had passed.

He shifted slightly and realized there was something warm in his palm.

Looking down, he saw a slender, pale hand tightly intertwined with his own.

Following the arm, he found the owner.

Stella was sitting on the floor, her cheek resting against the edge of the sofa cushions, fast asleep with a rosy flush on her face.

She hadn't left?

Had she really stayed in this position for three and a half hours?

Roger frowned. He threw off the blanket and sat up, accidentally jostling the girl awake.

"..."

Stella blinked her sleepy eyes open and instinctively tried to stand. But having sat on the floor for so long, her legs were completely numb and stiff.

"Don't move."

Roger caught her before she could stumble, easily lifting her up and setting her on the sofa.

"I'll massage them for you. If the blood doesn't circulate, it's going to hurt like hell."

Chapter 1975 1

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