Love At The Next Stop Novel

Chapter 66 Stella Bit Me

Unlike Miles, Stella was down in the dumps. When they reached the door, she took out his slippers from the cabinet at the side since she noticed that he didn’t change into slippers last night and wore his shoes instead.

“They’re for me?” Miles questioned. “Not for that person?”

Stella’s expression changed slightly. Only Xavier Daniels had ever been here. Is he referring to him? She was currently crouched on the floor, helping him with the slippers as he still had to try the fit of the slippers though he was leaving soon. After all, she bought him size 44. “How did you know that he was here?” she asked.

“Don’t let me see such a thing in the future.” Miles’ voice was so cold that it was as though it came from the depths of hell.

A chill struck Stella. Did he see Xavier Daniels coming up? Is that why Xavier Daniels was demoted from company CEO to sales director? And is that why he was so furious that day that he told me to either do it or buzz off? He saw it, so he was jealous? As she remained crouched before him, she appeared indescribably dainty.

Then, she opened the door for him, only to be greeted by the sight of someone outside her door with a lifted hand as though a second away from knocking on her door. Utter shock gripped her, for it was Yulia. At this very moment, she felt as though there was a burning ember within her.

Yulia wasn’t aware of her relationship with Miles, so she stared blankly at Stella, who was in her pajamas, and Miles, who was about to leave; their relationship became evident at a single glance.

Likewise, Stella was frozen to the spot, but Miles wasn’t affected at all.

As Yulia looked at Miles dazedly, she greeted him. “President Grant.”

Grunting an acknowledgment, Miles strode past Stella.

“President Grant…” Yulia trailed off, reluctant to allow him to leave. Yet, she didn’t know what to say to him, so she merely stood there woodenly.

Miles glanced over his shoulder, awaiting the rest of her utterance.

lip!” Yulia blurted to cover her embarrassment since she couldn’t think of anything else to say in the

glance at Stella

by the urge to bang her head against the wall. Isn’t this a blatant proclamation of our relationship to Yulia? But I don’t know how she’s going to react

eyes fixed straight ahead.

condoms in the trash can in the middle of the living room, all of them chock full of… that man’s fluid. She smiled bitterly at the sight of it. Ah, condoms!

was so ashamed that she wanted to jump off the building. She stood

for a while, Yulia

the line in the office. Once, he came to her department to have a meeting, and Stella poured him a glass of water, to which he said ‘thank you’. Even as his wedding date drew closer, he didn’t bother telling her about his plan. Thus, Stella assumed that he was cutting off ties with her in preparation for his marriage. Inexplicably, desolation engulfed

her and asked her to go out with her. Since the sky was overcast, she declined, suggesting that they’d talk about anything important the next day, but Yulia insisted. “Come down.

a sudden clap of thunder rang

to the third floor and stopped in

but the scene within had her heart shattering in an instant into a thousand

Was my singing

legs crossed as he smoked, his condescending bearing making it seem as though he was looking down on all creation. In the next moment,

that young girl murmured. Her waist was extremely

sense. He’s a rich man, after all, so buying hundreds of such a nightclub isn’t a big deal, let alone patronizing it for fun. Stella couldn’t stand watching such a heartbreaking scene, but still, she continued peeking through the gap in the door. Rumor has it that anything goes in such a nightclub, the only barrier being one’s imagination. Perhaps he’ll later pin one of the young girls onto the sofa for a round of delight as his sex

sensed someone outside, for he tilted his head. When he glimpsed a pair of

the car, the skies opened, and it poured. In the car, Stella

out. How could someone like Miles Grant fall for you? It’s not that I look down on you, and yes, you’re indeed beautiful, but let me analyze things for you objectively. First of all, there’s the issue of you being a divorcee. Nowadays, which high-standing man is inclined to marry a woman who’d been with someone else? Furthermore, a divorcee

feel good for her. Or perhaps she’s truly doing this for my good. No matter how she

said when they arrived below her place, “Take care of yourself, Stella.” Then, she

again. It was the umpteenth time she’d wept because of Miles. That man took my heart, yet he

on her door. She glanced up at the clock. It’s already 11:30. Who