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STELLA’s POV
I sat on the couch, with my sweaty hands placed on my lap, shaking as I watched Miranda dial Tyler’s number. She waited for him to answer but he wasn’t picking up the call.
My mind was so messed up right now as I thought about what happened earlier.
I massaged my temple when I felt that headache again that attacked me yesterday.
While panic crossed Miranda’s expression because Tyler still hasn’t picking up, I dragged my feet away from the living room and trudged towards Tyler’s bedroom. Our bedroom.
I sat on top of the bed, touching my head as I winced in pain. Was it because I was tired from the long journey yesterday? That’s highly unlikely because I’ve traveled around the world for my fashion shows, further than here, and I’ve never experienced a pain like this before.