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.

closed, the unyielding aura emanating from

suit, a white shirt, and a dark

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

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

light, casting the living room into a dim glow.

minutes, she had prepared a hot bowl of sobering soup. As she

“What time is it?”

by the sudden voice, her fingers trembling slightly as she nearly tipped over the cup. It took her a moment to realize it was

the dim light, rubbing his eyebrows, likely

a while, he finally opened his

was seeing another

calm; he didn’t appear drunk. Instead, they held a

darkness, neither of them looked

like a composed hunter assessing the prey that had fallen into his

on the other hand, wasn’t afraid of

night, casting a fleeting light across RK’s eyes, which reflected the image of the woman captured in the storm’s glow. The light, highlighting Stella’s nightdress, made her skin appear even more delicate

deepening eyes, thoughts of their previous encounter made her cheeks

the tense silence,

asked again, then leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, seemingly

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

the soup. “Drink this. It should

move; he didn’t even open his

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

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 a

returning to her room but hesitated. She couldn’t bear to see

rain continued outside, and the living room felt warm. If he remained on the sofa all night, he would surely

sigh lingered on

back to your room, or you’ll get sick