Love At The Next Stop Novel

Chapter 18 I Can’t Touch It

Miles wrapped an arm around Stella’s shoulder, and they both walked out. Then, he arranged lodging for her at a five-star hotel, paying for the room himself. When he was about to leave, Stella grabbed his hand. “Nothing will happen, yes?” she asked with a dazed expression.

“What could happen?” Miles’ voice was exceedingly gentle.

This was Stella’s first time hearing a man speaking to her in such a tender voice, so her eyes turned dazed. “My heart is hammering, and I just feel as though something is going to happen.” Her eyes roamed over his face.

“No matter how fast your heart is hammering, I can’t touch it,” Miles teased.

All at once, Stella released his hand. I just regarded him as my savior earlier. I’ve forgotten the fact that he’s my only man, and that I once even gave myself to him.

Upon seeing the fierce blush on her face, Miles blurted, “Have a good rest here tonight. I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow.”

handbag and cell phone are at home.” Stella was rather puzzled as she couldn’t understand what he

be there with your handbag and cell phone tomorrow.” Miles appeared very much

meant, but Miles merely answered,

left, unease crept into Stella. Early the next morning, the reception phoned her and said

waiting there with Stella’s handbag. Sure enough, Miles was right, though Stella hadn’t thought of this last night. Shock pervaded her at the sight of him. I came in with Miles Grant, so

he went straight to Miles’ office after putting down her handbag. As soon as he entered the office, Zane drawled, “Aren’t you planning to explain what happened last night, President Grant? After all, you spent the night

a cigarette from the table, Miles lit it before answering unhurriedly, “Didn’t you see everything that happened last night? Besides, if you mind it so much, President Levitt, why

barge upstairs, but he felt inferior before Miles. Worse still, he felt that it’d just make him appear petty instead

office, she still tried her best to focus on work. A few days ago, she applied to do landscape architecture for a project, but her application was rejected. When the director said that it was Miles himself who personally rejected it, she was all the more confused. As the president of the acquirer, the frequency of him intervening in matters pertaining to the subsidiary companies should be very low since it was usually the general manager who should be making the decisions. He just needs to look at the accounts, so something trivial such

Besides, the garden was massive with clear demarcation. She hadn’t had a practical case ever since joining the company, so she really wanted to take this step. Disgruntled, she went to Miles’ office. “Why did you reject my participation in this project, President Grant? My director said it was you who struck my name off.” She was naturally filled

Miles replied mildly as he scribbled on

another senior participate in this project but not