Stella finally looked at him with her teary eyes and jumped from her chair and hugged him. She broke down in tears as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Shhh! Little one." Scott rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. He looked at Adam with confusion written on his face as he continued to rub her back.

"What happened girl? Talk to me." Scott murmured softly, but didn't get a reply back.

Stella continued crying hysterically, hugging him tightly.

Adam looked at the scene before him and felt a burning sensation spreading through his chest. It wasn't jealousy, but rather heartache. It was the first time he was seeing her cry that badly. Seeing her like that, shattered his heart. All he wanted to do was to hold her in his arms. But he knew it wasn't his place to do so at the moment. So, he just sat there quietly, looking at her back which was moving up and down as she continued crying.

"Stop with the crying already Stella, please." Scott murmured again. He couldn't bear to see her like this. He would always want his little one to smile brightly.

"I-I-I.. am-m s-so s-s-or-ry." She finally spoke up in between her cries.

"You don't have to be sorry for anything. You know that I won't ever mind whatever you do." Scott replied, patting her back softly.

"W-what I did, was wrong. It was wrong in so many ways. You helped me when I needed it most. You helped me in escaping from my family and instead of going with your arrangements, I ran away from you as well." She added, trying to control the tears which refused to stop.

"Do you think running away from me is that easy?" Scott replied with a chuckle. "I have been keeping an eye on you since you left Amsterdam. Though you didn't go to the place I arranged for you, it wasn't hard for me to track you down. You know that?" Scott continued as he separated her from himself.

"I was shocked to see you today cause my men couldn't track your movements after you joined the Levinson's Corp." He looked at Adam with a raised eyebrow.

Adam just shrugged in response, his eyes were still set on his little elf.

"You were my little one then, you are now, and you always will be." Scott wiped off her tears with his thumb. "How could I mind such a small thing? My little sister is more important to me than such trivial matters." He pinched her nose making her groan.

"I do hate you for one thing though. My own parents adore you more than they ever did to me." He flicked her forehead, making her yelp.

A knock on the door interrupted them. Scott stood up from his kneeling position and settled on his seat.

Adam took out a tissue paper from the tissue box. He turned to face Stella once again who was now looking back at him with her red rimmed eyes.

"You look ugly when you cry." He spoke up with an expressionless face as he began to wipe her face clean with the tissue paper.

Stella only looked at him quietly, her lips pursed in a pout, and let him do as he pleased.

Looking at her expressions, a soft smirk appeared on Adam's lips. 'How adorable she looks!.' He thought to himself. But there was no way he was going to tell her that.

After wiping off her face properly, he spoke up.

"Come in." Hearing his voice, the waiter ushered in with a few others following him.

Each one of them held a dish in his hands and walked towards their table. After placing their orders on the table, they bowed and left the room.

The waiter who had taken their orders served their drinks before leaving as well.

"You want to eat or are there any unshed tears left?" Adam asked her, giving her a stern gaze.

"I will eat." Stella replied meekly as she picked up her fork and knife.

Scott chuckled and shook his head as he looked at the couple before him.

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"What is he doing here?" Taylor roared as he threw a glass of wine, which he was holding in his hand a while earlier, on the floor.

The glass broke into small pieces, the shards scattering on the marble floor.

"He wasn't supposed to be here. You know his presence here will only be a hurdle in my plans." He yelled at his subordinate, who stood quietly before him with his head bowed and hands resting at his back.

"He treats her like his own damn little sister. He wouldn't let anything come in between her and her happiness." Taylor's dark eyes bore into the pictures which were scattered on the floor.

A ginger head man could be seen smiling in them, his blue eyes glistening under the sunlight.

He picked up one and tore it into two halves before throwing them into the fireplace of his study.

He watched as the flames engulfed the two halves of the picture, turning it into ash. A devilish smirk crept up on his face as he spoke up.

"Get rid of him."