She snapped to reality, blew her nose, and took two backward steps. "Sorry, Jude, I didn't expect you to stop suddenly." Carefully turning to face her again, Jude remarked, "It doesn't matter, as long as it does not hurt." Naturally, it didn't hurt. Once they took a seat, Jude placed a large order for her favorite dishes. She sighed in appreciation of the man's consideration and care, but she also started to feel bad. She consistently believed that she shouldn't eat supper with him. Upon further reflection, though, she realized that they were merely eating and that she had no reason to feel bad about it. When the hot fish was presented, these thoughts vanished. She was a big fan of spicy seafood, but she never ate with anyone. She had not eaten it for years, but when she smelled it, it was familiar, even though she couldn't finish it herself. "I haven't had this in a long time, but are you able to handle spicy food?" she asked, grinning as she placed a piece of fish in the d
After over thirty minutes, Stella and Jude left the restaurant after finishing their meal, walking past Riley’s room on their way out. Riley saw this and snatched up her luggage to follow. Acting like a thief, she followed them, pulled out her phone, took another picture, and then hid once again. She followed them to the parking lot, where she shot numerous pictures. Stella abruptly stopped and turned to look behind her. Jude came to a halt. "What's wrong?" Stella said after glancing around the deserted parking lot, "Why do I feel like someone is following us?" After hearing it, Jude turned to face the empty space and mumbled, "There is no one." Was it incorrect? Stella thought she could be mistaken after hearing that. "Maybe I was wrong." "Leave now and head home. It's becoming later. Clare will not tolerate your tardiness." With his hand on the automobile, Jude opened the door. Riley pulled out her phone to record this scene while hiding in a corner and panting as
the upcoming half-year? He didn't know what she was talking about at first, but a second later it dawned on him that she was referring to the contract they had signed. Clarence then uttered the harsh words while furious, "You still remember that agreement?" She was standing with his back to her. She clearly shuddered when she heard that, and a second later, she nodded. How could she have forgotten that deal? They had drawn an impenetrable barrier with that pact, and as long as it remained in place, she would force herself to stop falling in love with him. "So you're mad at me about the agreement?" Clarence’s tone lightened as if he realized something. “No." Clarence’s heart stopped glowing when Stella said those words. His once-bright eyes now grew dull, the surroundings growing black, and hundreds of stars all of a sudden hidden in clouds. She could feel the chill in the air around her and felt the man's breath grow icy behind her. She immediately lay down, having already
She felt for a long time that her body belonged to someone else. He had total control over her body sensation; at last, she lay prone over his body in a trance. With a depressing smile, he pulled it out, seized her in his arms, and pushed her toward the quilt. Now, he had a playboy's appearance. "Stella, your body is really lewd." She was so exhausted that she closed her eyes unconsciously when her back contacted the plush comforter, but then she heard Clarence’s cold voice. She felt as though cold water had been poured all over her body in the winter, forcing her to become sober from head to toe. When Stella opened her eyes, Clarence grinned sardonically. She looked at him regretfully as she suddenly froze and grabbed the quilt to conceal her body. Clarence encircled her chin with a pinch. She tried to break free, but she was unable. All she could do was look at him. "I'll check on your physique every night; take careful care of it. Should I discover that you are unfaithful
“ Release me! Shawn, don't you think that questioning me like this is absurd? Since the day you married me, you have been with your mistress, who was also carrying a child. When we got divorced, she was going to give birth, right? Are you still this bold as to ask me a question now? Look at this!" The list fell out of Stella’s hands, and she scoffed, saying, "I am pregnant and had an affair within marriage." Shawn gave her a bewildered look. He didn't seem to anticipate her saying that! "Why?" "Are you the only one to have an affair in the marriage?" She asked with a sneer and a strong frigid expression. "You!" Shawn gestured toward her. "Stop it.” She said, clapping away his fingers. “It's not just you who can accomplish this. Never again follow me." After saying that, Stella turned to walk away. Shawn did not follow this time. Presumably taken aback, he stood for a considerable amount of time before gathering his thoughts. “Never feel bad about cheating on me, sh*t. Ste
Stella didn't have time to consider things. Who took those pictures and sent them to Clarence troubled her more now. When she went outside yesterday after having hot pot with Jude, she saw nobody. She then sensed that someone was trailing them, though. Her sixth sense did not function as she had anticipated. It seemed like someone was actually pursuing her. However, who was it? For what reason did the photographer provide Clarence the photos? "What are you thinking about?" John gazed at her naively, blinking her eyes. Though Stella had not seen him in a while, she was now alone and had no one to confide in. She would die of rage if she held back any longer. "Tell me, what kind of person would harm you in general?" was all she could say. John rolled his eyes at Stella after hearing that, saying, "Your inquiry is silly. Those who are envious of you, of course! or the person you threatened out of curiosity!" Stella choked. That was logical. "Are you ready for this? What's the
“Since when are subordinates allowed to negotiate with their superiors?" Clarence could not wait. She grated her teeth and gripped her bag, saying, "I could never finish sorting those materials, even if I worked overtime. Is it possible for me to bring them home?" She had conceded. "No." Clarence , however, maintained her pose without moving. Stella, what could she say? She believed she could see Riley the following day. Considering this, she walked toward her post without saying anything. She didn't need to persuade anyone—she could work overtime. Joseph had shoved Clarence out of the way while Stella reclined on her perch. Following his departure, Stella pulled out her cell phone and texted Riley, suggesting that she might stay and that they should get together another day. Riley contacted her two minutes after the message was sent. "What's happening? Today was our appointment. Why make such a quick change?" Riley seemed nervous, uncomfortable in her speech. She decided
Riley was proud of her intelligence and did not feel guilty about it at the moment. Reminding Stella that the food was going cold, she puckered her lips and spoke. “We will end work early after I sort the materials with you." Don't blame me for putting you and Clarence apart, Stella. Clarence is not the same kind person that you are, and sticking with him won't make you happy. I believe Jude is a better fit for you if he treats you with genuine kindness and doesn't mind your identity, so please allow me to be with him! "No need, I appreciate you bringing me some food. After you finish your dinner, return." Stella gave her a smile. Riley though, insisted on staying. Stella could only consent to her assistance. They continued to labor until ten o'clock at night. Riley asked her if they might stop here as she peered at the deserted building. “First, let's go back. I could give you a ride back." Stella looked at her watch and saw that it was getting close to 10 o'clock. She could