Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 23

Chapter 23 So What if You’re Married?

Stella glanced around at the pedestrians on the road. Since it was just time to get off work, there were quite a number of her colleagues in the vicinity. To avoid attracting attention, she climbed into Miles’ Audi A8. Subsequently, the car sped off like an arrow.

“I bought you a jacket. Why don’t you try it?” Miles asked.

Huh? Zane Levitt bought me a jacket, and now, he bought me one as well? What’s the meaning of this? “President Grant, I don’t think our relationship is at the stage where we buy each other clothes,” Stella countered with her gaze fixed straight ahead and her hands tightly fisted. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

At this, Miles snorted. “If having been intimate isn’t reason enough to buy each other clothes, I truly wonder what kind of relationship is close enough to warrant that.”

Stella turned her head and gazed out the window. Oh yes, we’ve been intimate once. I’ve truly forgotten about that. Nonetheless, why must he bring up that sore spot?

“He bought this jacket for you?” Miles shifted his gaze over and looked her jacket up and down.

When Stella nodded, the car screeched to a stop by the roadside. Then, Miles took out a gift box from the backseat. At just a single glance, Stella glimpsed the letters ‘CHANLE’, upon which her expression darkened. Does this mean that I’m forced to accept his gift today? But the jacket he bought must have cost at least 70,000 to 80,000. Regardless of the type, this brand is top-notch. Thus, if I wear it, Zane will definitely smell something fishy no matter how indifferent he is toward me. As she sat in the car, she was on the verge of tears. “President Grant, my relationship with Zane is improving now, so aren’t you sowing discord by doing this?”

“It was me who sowed discord between the two of you?” Miles abruptly thundered, scaring Stella so much that she shuddered and shrank back, tears swimming in her eyes. He’s truly putting me in a

difficult position here by pressuring me like this! It wasn’t him who sowed discord between me and Zane, but our relationship is now improving, so I can’t betray him at such a time. Committing adultery, especially, is something I absolutely abhor!

Lowering her head, she calmed her roiling emotions before explaining, “President Grant, that night between us only happened because I was intoxicated. It wasn’t intentional on my part. At that time, Zane and I were about to get married. I’ve always wanted to have a good relationship with him, but he’d never given me the opportunity. Now that he has seen the true colors of the women out there, he’s turning over a new leaf—”

Before she’d finished speaking, she was suddenly yanked over by Miles, and she tumbled into his embrace. In the next moment, he captured her lips, his tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth. Staring at him with widened eyes, she pounded his shoulders, but she was only hugged all the more tighter. The dizzying feeling of bliss had her slowly closing her eyes. I’ve never experienced such a rapturous feeling other than that night.

After what seemed like an eternity had passed, Miles finally released Stella. Her heart pounding wildly, she gaped at him with tears on her eyelashes.

“You forgot the other time, but what about now? Have you committed it to memory?” Miles still had a hand wrapped around her back, and most of her body was propped against his arm.

“President Grant, I’m married—”

Miles snorted. “So what if you’re married?”

“What—”

“I kissed you. So, what about it?” Miles demanded in a deep and hoarse voice as he stared into her eyes, his demeanor ruthless.

It was him who did something wrong, so why is he sounding so self-righteous now? Lifting a hand, Stella wiped her lips as she sat upright in the passenger seat. After deliberating for a moment, she got out of the car, leaving the jacket he bought her in the car.

On this night, Zane behaved rather well, his attitude remaining gentle. He wanted to hug her since he seemingly hadn’t seen her in a long while, but Stella instinctively resisted the hug. Nevertheless, he merely said, “I’ll wait.”

The next day, Stella handed in her resignation letter. If I continue working here, something will happen sooner or later.