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.

even with his eyes closed, the unyielding aura emanating

his coat unbuttoned, revealing a dark suit, a white shirt, and

and shadow under the dim light, strikingly handsome. His arrogant and cold lips exuded a powerful temperament; even inebriated, he held an air of

“It’s so late. I don’t want to disturb

the overhead light, casting the living room into a dim

she had prepared a hot bowl of sobering soup. As

“What time is it?”

tipped over the cup. It

glance at the dim light, rubbing

while, he

as if she was seeing another

blue eyes were deep and calm; he didn’t appear drunk. Instead, they held a sharp intensity that made it difficult for others to meet

the darkness, neither of them looked

her like a composed hunter assessing the prey that

hand, wasn’t

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

thoughts

to break the tense silence, but

asked again, then leaned back on the sofa

had turned away, Stella glanced at the clock on the wall and

walked up to RK, holding out the soup. “Drink this. It should help minimize the

he didn’t even open

some rest. Don’t worry about me.” RK closed

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

at RK, she considered returning to her room but hesitated. She couldn’t

If he remained on the sofa

soft sigh lingered

you back to your room, or you’ll get sick tomorrow,” Stella said, looking