Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 513:

It was already midnight. Stella had slept all afternoon, so sleep evaded her. Wearing only a thin nightdress, she decided to head downstairs to the restaurant for a glass of water.

As she descended the stairs, a bolt of lightning flashed across her vision. The lights outside flickered, momentarily stunning her delicate figure. Her thick, black, shoulder-length hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her finely shaped eyebrows furrowed in thought.

Soon, she heard a beep in the living room—the sound of the electronic key unlocking the door.

For no reason, Stella felt a wave of nervousness wash over her.

The living room door swung open, and a gust of wind rushed in, lifting Stella’s hair as she stood at the top of the stairs.

She hadn’t expected RK to return so late.

RK appeared to be drunk, his coat flaring in the night wind. A friend helped him inside, his tall, straight form swaying slightly. Stella rushed over to support RK as he stumbled into the living room.

“Sister-in-law, I’m sorry to disturb your rest,” Evan Wood said, glancing at Stella in her thin attire, looking a bit embarrassed.

“It’s okay. I haven’t slept yet,” Stella replied softly, her voice gentle like a flower blooming in the night.

“I didn’t have time to come for your wedding. My name is Evan, Rene’s friend,” he introduced himself, extending his hand toward Stella.

“Stella,” she replied, shaking Evan’s hand awkwardly before quickly pulling it back.

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Evan smiled awkwardly, saying, “It’s our fault today. We’ve reconciled too much with Rene.”

“It’s okay. It’s late. Do you want to stay for the night and leave in the morning? It’s not safe to be out in the rain,” Stella suggested, glancing at the rain pouring outside the window.

“No, I have another friend in my car who drank a lot. I need to take him home,” Evan declined her offer and left.

Stella sighed helplessly as she looked at RK, who was sprawled on the sofa.

eyes closed, the unyielding aura

a white shirt, and a dark

light, strikingly handsome. His arrogant and cold lips

a moment, “It’s so late.

overhead light, casting the living room into a dim glow. Turning away, she walked

of sobering soup. As she entered the living room, a low, mellow voice

“What time is it?”

by the sudden voice, her fingers trembling slightly as she nearly tipped over the cup. It

turned his head to glance at the dim light, rubbing his eyebrows, likely

he finally opened his eyes and looked

felt as if she was seeing another

held a

neither of

hunter assessing the prey that

on the other hand, wasn’t

which reflected the image of the woman captured in the storm’s glow. The light, highlighting Stella’s nightdress, made her skin

she gazed into RK’s deepening eyes, thoughts of their previous

opened her mouth, ready to break the tense silence, but RK spoke first, his voice calm and

the sofa and closed his eyes, seemingly dismissing the moment

the clock on the wall and replied, “It’s almost one

“Drink

move; he didn’t even open

stillness. “It’s late. Go get some rest. Don’t worry about me.” RK closed his eyes, pondering what Sophia had told

demeanor. She noticed his calm facade under the dim light. In the end, she gently sat beside him, close enough to smell his scent—a potent mix of alcohol and

but hesitated. She couldn’t

and the living room felt warm. If he remained on the sofa all

soft sigh lingered on her

your room, or you’ll get sick