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
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