The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chapter 1576
As Eric watched the figure standing in the light, he thought Stella was scared. She forced herself up from the ground.
“Stella, turn around.”
Upon hearing his voice, Stella couldn’t help but turn her head. She saw Eric, who had put on a jacket and had a relaxed smile on his face.
“You didn’t kill anyone, so I won’t be in trouble . ”
Afraid she wouldn’t believe him, Eric, with his bloody body, walked towards her.
“I’m a doctor, I can stop the bleeding myself…”
He raised his large hand, filled with deep affection and reluctance,
and touched Stella’s face.
“Don’t be afraid, let’s go…”
Stella looked at him, stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly
made up her mind. She turned around, grabbed Henry’s hand,
and quickly walked out of the room…
As the door opened, Stella, covered in sunlight, felt no warmth,
Held onto Henry and ran

downstairs…
When Henry left the mansion, he glanced in the direction of the top floor and happened to see the man standing in front of the French window. She couldn’t make out his expression or whether he would die, but she felt that the gates of hell should no longer open to Stella…
As he watched the couple board the speedboat, Eric thought that Stella might turn back and look at him, but she never did…
It turned out that Stella really didn’t love him anymore…
After realizing this, his body, which he had been forcing, suddenly slid down the glass.
The crimson blood stained his clothes, pants, and the carpet on the floor…
Eric leaned against the glass, raising his fingers covered in blood,
and touched his shattered heart.
Stella, my heart is broken, it can’t be saved, but…
You deceived me once, so I’ll deceive you too, and we’ll call it
even.
He lifted his dull eyes and looked at the light refracting from
outside the window, only to find that the light passed over him
and shone elsewhere…
He wanted to crawl under the light with all his might, but he had no strength left. He could only stay in the darkness, slowly watching his blood drip away…
In the moment of feeling death, images of Stella flashed through Eric’s mind…
Young Stella chasing after him, regardless of whether he disliked or despised her, she was always full of enthusiasm, calling him “Brother Eric”…
When she was young, Stella would hide in corners, under trees, in rooms, everywhere in the Sinclair pack, secretly watching him…
Even as an adult, Stella would deceive him with lies, always whispering in his ear, “Eric, I love you…”
Had Eric ever experienced love? He had, but it was a bit too late.
The images in his mind, after a dark lifetime, gradually returned to Stella’s coming-of-age ceremony when she turned eighteen.
He saw Stella, holding a love letter, blushing and smiling, walking up to him.
“I like you. Can we be together?”
Eric saw the teenager leaning against a tree and frowned
disapprovingly at the cliché love letter in her hand.
“What era is it? You still write such old-fashioned love letters.”
At these words, Stella’s face turned even redder, even her ears were red.