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,

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

the dim light, strikingly handsome. His arrogant and cold lips exuded a powerful temperament;

thought for a moment, “It’s so late. I don’t want to disturb

the overhead light, casting the living room

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

“What time is it?”

her fingers trembling slightly as she nearly tipped over the cup. It

glance at the dim light, rubbing his eyebrows, likely from the pain

that no one answered for a while, he finally opened his eyes and looked

if she was

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

her like a composed hunter assessing

other hand,

the woman captured in the storm’s glow. The light, highlighting Stella’s nightdress, made her

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

mouth, ready to break the tense silence, but

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

had turned away, Stella glanced at the clock on the wall and replied, “It’s almost one

out the soup. “Drink this.

didn’t even

late. Go get some rest. Don’t worry about

demeanor. She noticed his calm facade under the dim light. In the end, she gently sat beside him,

her room but

he remained on the sofa all night, he

sigh lingered on her

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