Love At The Next Stop Novel

Chapter 4 Do You Want to Retain Your Pride?

“Mr. Grant…” Before Stella could say ‘please have some self-respect,’ the private room door was pulled open. All at once, Stella jumped away from Miles’ embrace.

Anyone with a discerning eye could sense the risqué atmosphere in the private room, but Zane acted as though he didn’t notice anything amiss. He simply snagged his jacket before glancing at Stella, whose eyes were bloodred like a rabbit’s. “President Grant, my wife is beautiful, no?” As he said this, his eyes gleamed with vitriol.

The look in Miles’ eyes was shadowy and indecipherable. Standing at the table, he was a head taller than Zane. With a condescending aura of majesty, he pursed his lips and pinned his gaze on Stella. “Indeed, she’s stunning.”

Zane’s expression was amicable before others, but the moment they got back into the car, he cursed Stella out, calling her a sl*t. “You’re something else, Stella Johansson. Even a big shot like Miles Grant is captivated by you. Should I be complimenting my wife for seducing my collaborator?” His tone was cutting and derisive.

cast her gaze out the car window, not in the mood to converse

again for the rest of her life. However, things never went as one wished… On the fifth day Zane hadn’t been back home, she bumped into the

this bag!” As though deliberately provoking her, the woman who was initially carrying shopping bags placed a hand on

she headed straight for Zane. “Darling, you said you were in a meeting, so I was even thinking about boiling some soup and going over to your office tonight to eat with you. However, it turns out that you’re having a meeting here with a woman…” As she drawled out her remark, the fact that she herself was also a beauty who attracted much attention aided her in drawing everyone’s gazes to

a scumbag who has a mistress! How

continued, “Tsk-tsk. And your taste is getting increasingly worse. Oh, you must have gotten your

laughter reverberated around

that was deliberate,

your pride?” Beep, beep… The disconnect tone sounded. Stella threw her cell phone aside, her face that had been adorned