Chapter 63

Eleven in the evening and Stella is still wide awake. Every now and then, she would look at the door, waiting for Charles to come back inside. It’s eleven, he should be back but he isn’t.

“I shouldn’t worry myself about him!” she tells herself. Yes, that’s right! She should not ca--

A loud bang made Stella abruptly look at her door. There she saw Charles holding tightly at the doorway, his head down and laughing like a damn devil.

“What the heck? What’s wrong with you?” She asked with wide eyes.

Charles slowly raised his head, looking at her, his hair messy and brought down to his brows. Then a corner of his mouth curved up, which made him look so charming.

“Yo, Stella!” he said.

From the way he sounds, he seemed drunk and Stella immediately stands up to get to his side. While he giggles, Stella acted as his support, carrying him to the bed.

“You’re crazy!&r