All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Based on the lack of sleep from the previous night, and now being in the same room with Stan Wallace after more than four years, my long sleep could hardly be called 'sleeping' but rather 'passing out'.When I woke up, there was a moment of disorientation. Reaching out to the side, I didn't feel Sisi's soft body. It was only after I jolted awake that I remembered I had left Sisi in Harley Gunther's care last night.Rubbing my head, I felt the soft mattress under my other hand. My movements paused, and I couldn't help but smile.Indeed, Stan Wallace would never bully anyone. Even when he was angry and heartbroken, even when his words were hurtful and final, even after we lost our sibling relationship, he hadn't changed at all. With a cold and distant face, he still did things that showed he cared about me.After washing up in the guest bathroom, I found that Stan Wallace was no longer at home. The porridge and medicine from last night, whether he had eaten them or thrown them away,

The police would take time to arrive, and it would also take time for someone with quasi-telepathic abilities to sense that Bai Yan was in trouble and come to her aid.I thought dejectedly.Since this was a storage room, the door in front of us was extremely thin. Even a middle-aged man, let alone a woman holding a chair, could smash it to pieces with one blow.If we were trapped inside, even though it would be two against one, we might still be at a disadvantage due to limited space.To make matters worse, the glass doors of the office all opened outward and couldn't be locked."Waiting for help is not a viable option," I said quickly to Bai Yan."The corridor between the HR and PR departments is the narrowest. We can push him in there, use a bucket and a mop to block the door, and once we run downstairs, we'll be safe."Bai Yan, with tears streaming down her face, nodded at me, clearly terrified. Her crystal-like tears fell like beads.I took a deep breath and touched her col

Unable to be his lover, or even his brother, I thought we could at least be friends.But Stan Wallace gently pulled away from my hand, as if afraid I would cling on, and shoved it into the pocket of his dress pants.His eyes were deep, scrutinizing me from top to bottom. His gaze was so intense, like a solid weight, pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.Suddenly, with a slight tilt of his chin, Stan Wallace gestured for me to sit. In a flat tone, he said, "Finish your meal first."My heart sank. If not for the fact that I had helped Bai Yan today, he probably would have rejected me outright without any room for negotiation.I had lost my appetite; the food in my stomach seemed to have soured, churning and causing a sour taste to rise.But I really didn't want to leave. After this, who knew when I would have another chance to be alone with Stan Wallace.The meal was like chewing wax. After settling the bill, Stan Wallace sent me home, and on the way, he didn't mention m

All the company employees were present, filling up eighteen tables to the brim, creating a lively and cheerful atmosphere.Stan Wallace, standing on stage in his well-tailored suit, exuded an air of distance. But as soon as he stepped off, that haughty demeanor dissipated. He casually tossed aside his suit jacket, which Xu Ze caught with practiced ease."Little Zhun, I've never seen you drunk before. You're not getting away today."Even the usually stern elders transformed, shedding their respectful and somewhat fearful demeanor, speaking as if they were old friends rather than superiors and subordinates.Seating was not based on rank; there were no set rules here. The idea was to relax and let loose, free from any constraints.Our table was close to the older managers.As Stan Wallace sat down, he lifted his right hand, hooking his long fingers into his tie and loosening it slightly. Nodding, he said, "I'll drink more, but you take it easy. Didn't you start taking blood pressure

The mattress in Stan Wallace's room was thick, the quilt soft, and the bed sturdy.Despite his every move being forceful, it was only I who made any noise in the room.Stan Wallace remained silent throughout.Familiar soreness in my waist, our legs trembling as they pressed together.There were a few blanks in my memory, probably from passing out. The last thing I remembered was being controlled to stand by the window, my fingers turning damp and pink as I reached for the curtain.The curtain swayed, and I pulled it open just enough to see that it was already light outside.Limp on top of Stan Wallace, my thoughts became very hazy. It seemed I had been carried to take a bath, then curled up in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.I slept so soundly that I lost track of time, only waking up because I was worried about Si Si.Stan Wallace was still sleeping beside me, his breathing steady. We both slept in the guest room, with the bedding neatly arranged. The strangest thing was