Love At The Next Stop Novel

Chapter 33 Do You Blame Me?

Miles sped up his movements, while Stella’s moans got louder and more high-pitched. At the moment he ejaculated into her, she let out her loudest moan. Right after that, he tidied her clothes before turning her around to wrap her in his coat.

Still weeping, Stella punched him on the shoulder before telling him, “I’m married. This is considered adultery. Why would you do this to me right after my father reminded me of that?” She was whining at him.

“Go file for a divorce tomorrow,” Miles suggested while holding onto her.

“I won’t!” Stella was furious at him.

“This will only repeat itself if you don’t.” Seemingly in a similar mood as her, he clamped his arms around her firmly.

Of course, she knew he meant the spontaneous sex they had would repeat itself, which made her wonder if he ever thought how much of a mental burden he was placing on her. “You—” Stella raised her head to look at Miles while tears welled up in her eyes.

“What’s the difference between maintaining that marriage and getting a divorce when you’ve only ever done it with one man?” Lowering his head, Miles gazed at her while holding her.

I knew it; he knows that Zane never had sex with me even after we got married. Weeping, Stella was embarrassed by the realization.

Upon seeing her cry, he pressed his lips against hers, forcing on her an angry kiss which he put all of his strength into. She was familiar with the taste in his mouth after repeatedly tasting him. Her mind kept on comparing between the memories of his taste during their one-night-stand before her marriage and how he tasted now.

She had never expected herself to be addicted to a man’s kiss, unable to pull herself out of it. When he pressed himself against her earlier, holding her petite figure in his wide embrace to kiss her, the motion sparked something in her mind. She never expected to encounter someone like Miles, as he was a young, handsome billionaire, who was also one of the most eligible bachelors in Hollowcrest City.

quite pretty, she was nothing compared to other women who were both beautiful and talented. Besides, she was married. Although it was but a marriage in name, society would never care about that. Her reputation would

she was utterly spent. By now, she couldn’t even walk, so Miles had to carry her in his arms before putting her down in the passenger seat. Before he began driving, he warned, “You’d better not try to introduce me to another girlfriend

as well; he probably

while feeling cold, as if she would catch a

which wasn’t surprising at all. She had a rather severe fever, and her throat hurt as soon as she woke up. However, Zane seemed to have gone on a business trip, for while she was still asleep a while ago, he had sent her a text to inform her that he would be spending a few days in Guggenheim before

whose mothers were alive might still be pampered by their mothers, but she was already married to another man, as well as being sexually involved with Miles. At a loss of what to do, she truly wished she could just sleep and never wake up again to avoid all this mess that

famished, she didn’t have the strength to cook, let alone getting up from bed. Last night’s passionate sex still had its effects on her, as her legs were still a bit numb. When coupled with the fever, she sure

herself out of bed to boil some instant noodles for herself, which she ate by the dining table. At that moment, someone came knocking on the door, so she had to drag

he worried that he might bump into Zane? Despite her thoughts, she said nothing while turning around indifferently to resume eating by the table. Miles sat down beside her to watch her eat,

eating for some time before he asked, “Do

such a degenerate woman. I don’t like the fact that you came to my house without a care about other people’s opinion of me. Feeling aggrieved, Stella began weeping, and she allowed her

him to find the med kit in her house, so he was able to deliver the antipyretic to her swiftly. Then, he poured her some warm water. After she finished her noodles, he did the

did, Zane never cared for her like how Miles did. After she took her meds, she ordered, “Mr. Grant, I’ve already taken my meds, so I need to go to bed now. I need you to leave right away.” She held a chilly gaze in her

in a tone so gentle. Eventually, she went to bed. After Miles pulled the blankets over her, she heard the noises of the door shutting which indicated

all morning in bed, so she got back to work. After a few days, she got a call from the police when she was about to clock out. They informed her that Zane was involved in a car

should have taken a flight, but from what the police told her, it sounded as if someone else’s car crashed into the car he was driving. Not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer,

his face was covered in bandages, while his leg was held in

Stella could feel for him was pity; nothing else but pity. Without a word, she fetched a basin and a hot towel before taking his lunch from the nurse. Then, she propped his