Love At The Next Stop Novel

Chapter 49 Where Does It Hurt?

Stella was exhausted from Miles’ movements. Her body rejected him at first, but eventually, it started to cooperate with him. This is probably the so-called ‘married woman’ he needs.

Just like that, Miles hugged her, and they drifted to sleep. When Stella woke up the next day, she saw Miles wearing his shirt on the bed, facing her with his back. It was the last day of the year last night, and she didn’t expect the year to end by her finally falling for him.

Miles heard her getting up, and he said, “You’re awake?” Stella nodded, and she frowned when the pain from last night shot up within her. “I didn’t do it with you before this because you had a miscarriage,” he explained.

So he had a lot of sexual thoughts about me? Well, at least I know he had it in Murdough. At that thought, she turned away, her face scarlet.

“What are you doing today?” he asked.

“I’m going home.” She noticed her voice was hoarse after saying that. Maybe I was too tired last night.

“Why don’t I take you to see the lights?” he said.

“No,” she replied immediately. “I don’t want to show up in public with you.”

Hollowcrest wasn’t a big place, and so was the world. She was worried she might bump into anyone she shouldn’t; that would ruin her life.

At that, Miles snorted and turned around. “Worried your reputation as a good wife would be ruined? Don’t worry. Your life’s already riled up the moment you slept with me. I’m letting the whole of Hollowcrest know you’re my woman.”

Stella blushed again after he said that. She’s always so adorable when she blushes, he thought.

After that, Stella pulled the blanket down. “But I don’t want to. I can’t get a divorce that way.”

When Miles heard that, he stopped buttoning his shirt for a moment. “You have me, don’t you? I’ll send you home.”

“It hurts,” she grumbled. “Can I lie down for a bit more, Mr. Grant?”

lay with her, his hand slithering under the blanket and moving across her

He just knows how to turn people on. She turned away

her legs. Then, he nibbled her ear, and in his unbearably husky voice, asked,

away. When Stella turned around to ask him to send her home, she inadvertently kissed him right on the lips. Miles smiled, and he kissed

Instinctively, Stella pulled her hands out of the blanket

firecracker, and the sounds shocked her. She shivered, and Miles huddled closer, hugging her tighter. Even though she was telling herself that it was wrong, Stella couldn’t help but go

already noon. Stella wanted to leave right away, but Miles stopped

taking

things in her life, and she knew it was a four-leaf clover necklace from Tiffany &

for today,” he said. Then, Miles unhooked the necklace and wore it

to mean? Will he buy another one that’s better

sex with him, so the necklace made her heart sink further. “No need for that.” She shot up, ready to

is the meaning of this?” He looked at her distant expression. The night before, she wasn’t like that when she moaned in

why she said that, but she knew that she hated Miles for acting so nonchalantly. He took that necklace out so casually, so he obviously didn’t prepare for it.

necklace away, for he knew she wouldn’t wear it. Miles fiddled with the box, looking pensive. “As I have said, you are no ordinary woman, Miss Johansson.” Then, he put the necklace

he say that?

that? For some reason, she just felt inexplicably infuriated at the sight

through her right away, so he took his car key and whistled

eat that morning, Stella was getting hungry. They went to Grand Restaurant to have a meal, and Stella’s eyes darted around furtively, hoping nobody would recognize her as they ate. They were back on the road after the meal, but Stella noticed it was not the way home. Even though the highways connected to her place, they

It’s New Year. You can’t just be

bump into someone they knew. “Can you not ruin my reputation? I’m

just your fault. He was in the wrong,

Stella knew that, but she also knew that the

across Roland Street slowly, for the lights flanked the road. In the meantime, Stella was getting frustrated. She wasn’t in the mood for sightseeing, but Miles looked around him, taking in the sights with interest; he didn’t seem to be

the dark fate awaiting her, because she saw a middle-aged woman ahead who was seeing the lights. That woman was sauntering, but the sadness in her eyes couldn’t be hidden—she was none other