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.”

was rather puzzled as she couldn’t understand

your handbag and cell phone tomorrow.” Miles

asked what he meant, but

and said that someone was waiting for her

already 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 is this further

speaking to her, for 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

unhurriedly, “Didn’t you see everything that happened last night? 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

going into a hotel, he saw red and wanted to barge upstairs, but he felt inferior before Miles. Worse still, he felt that it’d just make him appear petty instead of catching them in the act. Hence, he left without responding to that, looking furious. When he

her 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

wanted to take this step. Disgruntled, she went to Miles’ office. “Why did you reject

Miles replied

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