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.”

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

handbag and cell phone tomorrow.” Miles appeared very

he meant, but Miles

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

enough, Miles was right, though Stella hadn’t thought of

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

Besides, if you mind it so much, President Levitt, why didn’t you just show yourself last night? If you suspect your wife this much, it’s better to just get a divorce since neither of you will be happy, President

he’d tailed Stella last night. When he saw them going into a hotel, he saw red and wanted to barge upstairs, but he felt inferior

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 as a particular designer’s assignments aren’t in his scope of responsibilities. He’s too controlling, no?

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

allowed to go,” Miles replied mildly

but not me?” Stella stood in his office as she waved