Love At The Next Stop Novel

Chapter 20 Get a Divorce, Stella Johansson

The doctor’s brows furrowed. “She wasn’t pregnant. The blood was from a blood bag she punctured. God knows what she was trying to do.”

Stella, who was sobbing, was shocked upon hearing this. She wasn’t pregnant? Ximena Yard used the excuse of a child to pressure us to get a divorce?

Later on, Zane rushed over as well. Miles stood there without shying away, but Zane merely glanced at him before sprinting to Ximena’s ward.

“There’s nothing for us here, so let’s go,” Miles said to Stella.

Inwardly, Stella thought, Since Zane Levitt ran into Ximena Yard’s ward as soon as he arrived, that means he doesn’t respect me, so I don’t need to give him any quarter either. Either way, we’ve long since shed all pretense of civility. Hence, she left with Miles.

scenery as well. At that moment, Stella stood beside a stall that sold cotton candy. She loved eating cotton candy when she was younger, and she wanted to relieve some

candy, he ducked his head and barked a cough that was colored with amusement.

of them sat down on a bench. “Is cotton candy that delicious?” Miles questioned as he kept his gaze fixed on her, drumming a hand on the back of her

was sticking out her tongue to lick the cotton candy, she merely

that, Miles went silent. Thereafter, he blurted,

a sledgehammer had hit her in the head, messing up her mind. This is the first time he has ever called me by my full name, and it feels different from when others do so. It’s as though he’d repeated my name thousands of times inwardly, and I’m someone exceedingly familiar to him… The notion of ‘divorce’ had played in her mind thousands of times, so she didn’t find it surprising when someone else mentioned it. Rather, it was him calling her by name that had her feeling as though claws were raking across her heart. At

mind yet? I’ll give you time,” Miles declared, making it sound

was very quiet that night. He merely returned to his bedroom and went to bed, appearing extremely weary, and this

as usual. When she was about to get off work the next day, something utterly mortifying happened—her