Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 267:

The atmosphere of gossip spread quickly through the cafeteria. By lunchtime, the entire company seemed to know about the supposed drama between Stella and RK. Emily, eating her lunch, was shocked by how quickly the rumors had spread.

It was astonishing how people seemed to know the affairs of the world without stepping outside.

The power of gossip was undeniable, and Emily was convinced of it now more than ever. She finished her meal quickly, eager to get back to Stella and share what she had overheard. These people were terrifying with how fast they had pieced everything together.

A colleague sitting beside her nudged her arm.

“Emily, aren’t you good friends with Stella? Do you know anything about this?”

The room grew quiet again, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for Emily’s response.

“Hehe, no, Stella has never told me anything about that. How could I not know? Her friend must have made a mistake… The president is way out of her league. How could he fall in love with a small employee like Stella?” Emily said, trying to deflect the topic as casually as possible.

But her attempt to brush it off only made everyone believe the gossip even more.

seemed to think Stella was going to become the president’s wife. Or perhaps she already had been? There didn’t seem to be much of a difference

finishing her lunch, Emily rushed back

the numbers lit up floor by floor. She recalled the first time she had come to RK’s company to deliver medicine

started hurting, he would eat whatever he could find—biscuits, cakes, or drinks. He barely ever had a proper meal, and most of the time, it was cold food. His eating

unfolds at

But Stella noticed. She saw how carelessly he treated

Stella would never let him eat cold food. She would always prepare honey or other remedies in his suitcase

morning, RK left in such a rush that he forgot the medicine Stella had prepared. When she saw it still on the table after breakfast, she didn’t think twice—she hailed a taxi and rushed to his office. RK, on the other hand, didn’t realize he had left it behind until he was already at work. But he brushed it off, not thinking much of

through, finishing his meetings before lying down in the lounge to rest.

Hardly anyone in the company knew who

was his friend, bringing him stomach medicine.

spotted Alex Tristin, RK’s special assistant, who

you here? Are you here to see the president?”

his medicine,” Stella answered, a