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.

and even with his eyes closed, the

suit, a white shirt,

handsome. His arrogant and cold lips exuded a powerful temperament; even inebriated, he held an air of

for a moment, “It’s so late.

the remote control and turned off the overhead light, casting the

she had prepared a hot bowl of sobering soup. As she entered the living room, a low,

“What time is it?”

she nearly tipped over the cup. It took her a moment to realize it

at the dim light, rubbing his eyebrows, likely

one answered for a while, he finally

felt as if she was seeing another side

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

neither of

regarded her like a composed hunter assessing the

other hand, wasn’t

which reflected the image of the woman captured in

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

silence, but RK spoke first,

is it?” he asked again, then leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, seemingly

he had turned away, Stella glanced at the clock on the

“Drink this. It

move; he didn’t even open

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

the end, she gently sat beside

she considered returning to her room but hesitated.

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

soft sigh lingered

help you back to your room, or you’ll get sick tomorrow,”