The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 922

Foreman nodded. “Yeah, when I was studying abroad on my own, I used to cook for myself all the time.”

Abby looked at him with interest. “Where did you study, Mr. Richards?”

“Solmaris,” Foreman replied.

Abby’s eyes lit up. “No way—that’s where Star and I studied too!”

Foreman smiled softly. “What a small world.”

Since Foreman was already helping out in the kitchen, Abby rolled up her sleeves and joined in.

After breakfast, Foreman said, “I’ve already sent someone to investigate the unknown individuals lurking around. We should hear back in the next couple of days.”

“Thank you for taking care of it, Mr. Richards,” Abby replied gratefully.

Foreman just smiled, answered a call, and stepped out.

…

Three days later, the investigation was finished.

Stella and Abby were moved into a hotel owned by the Richards Group.

As Stella walked away, Foreman watched her retreating figure and murmured, “If only Star could stay here forever.”

But he knew her too well.

The closer he got, the further away Stella seemed to drift. Managing to keep her close for three days had already pushed the limits.

Still, he couldn’t really complain. At least he’d spent three days with her—shared meals she’d cooked herself, even sipped the herbal tea she’d made.

With Haynes, Neville, and Joshua all absent from Stella’s side, the air itself felt fresher—like for once, Stella belonged just to him.

But happiness is always fleeting.

With Haynes still unconscious, Neville caught up in work, and Joshua away on vacation, Foreman knew he needed to act fast if he wanted to close the distance between him and Stella.

Once those three annoying men returned, any plans would be ten times harder—and far more likely to be discovered.

After Stella left, Foreman quietly pushed open the door to her room.

She’d left everything spotless, every detail in place.

“Thank you,” Stella said quietly.

She was just about to get in when Abby suddenly shrieked.

“Star, look out!”

Stella spun around, her eyes going wide in alarm.

A car was barreling toward them, wild and out of control.

Foreman reacted instantly, shoving Stella out of the way just in time.

The car missed, screeching to a halt. Doors burst open and men jumped out, charging straight for Stella.

Foreman and the bodyguards, who’d been keeping watch nearby, rushed to block their path.

It was a van—seven or eight men tumbled out, moving with trained efficiency.

Neville’s bodyguards, alerted by the commotion, hurried over to shield Stella.

But one man broke through the line, a glinting blade in hand, lunging straight for her.