Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 146 Do You Miss Him Here? Or Here?

Cerebral hemorrhage was an acute matter, and as long as the resuscitation effort was delivered timely, there should not be any further problems other than the possibility of some after-effects. When Stella saw her father recovering well, she was relieved. She wanted to ask her father what exactly he was saying before the surgery, but now her father only stammered and did not wish to tell her. So, she thought that he only thought he was ‘dying’ and wanted to leave her with some last words. But now that the situation was completely different from before, he probably could not find it in him to say those mushy words any longer, and so Stella also did not ask any further.

After a few days, Korbin was discharged from the hospital without any complications. However, Stella decided to visit her father more often in the future. After all, he was old and alone now.

One day after her father was discharged from the hospital, Stella received an order. Now that the Internet was very developed, she had also set up an ‘online ordering’ service. So there was an incoming order from ‘Cloudfall Condominium’, which specifically requested Stella to provide door-to-door service. Since Stella was very busy, she had hired some customer service staff to deal with the online customers.

Thus, the staff asked Stella about her schedule, and Stella said she was not available. Therefore, the staff told the customer that President Johansson’s schedule was full, so she suggested they assign another senior designer instead. But the other party said, “No, if President Johansson is busy, we can wait for her.”

When the staff told Stella about this, Stella wondered if it was another of Miles’ admirers again who requested her to provide door-to-door service to humiliate her. In general, Stella did not provide such service, as she was a woman after all, and a beautiful one at that. Therefore, the ones who usually did door-to-door service were male designers.

After that, the customer’s order remained in the ‘pending’ state for a long time. It wasn’t until Stella was done being busy before she noticed this customer again. Her impression of Cloudfall Condominium was that it was an extremely high-end and luxurious residence, and since this customer was not anxious about getting the order fulfilled, Stella did not have the slightest sense of pressure from her. Perhaps she wants only me to design the clothes and does not want to settle for second best.

Suddenly, Stella’s heart softened, and she decided to go since she was now free anyway. So, she messaged the customer, saying that she now had time, and asked if the customer still needed the clothes, to which the latter responded yes.

Therefore, Stella took the bus there. She didn’t buy a car because she wasn’t confident in her driving skills. As expected, Cloudfall Condominium was really a high-end condominium, and it was completely different from ordinary apartments inside out. From the decoration to the management, everything shouted ‘high-end’, and even those who walked through it were afraid to walk loudly. Stella was wearing flat shoes, but even though she was walking lightly, she still felt a little substandard.

Then, she looked for the customer’s home according to the number on the door. Before this, they had communicated, and the customer had said that if she could not find it, she could call them. Luckily, the buildings were standardized, and the house numbers were clear and understandable, so Stella quickly found the house and rang the doorbell.

The client’s name was ‘Daisy Smith’, and previously, Stella was wondering how such a name that clearly belonged to someone from the countryside could own such a high-end residence that would more likely belong to a wealthy individual.

Someone opened the door after Stella pressed the doorbell, and it turned out to be a middle-aged woman who said, “It’s Miss Johansson, isn’t it? Our missus just got up, so please wait a moment!”

Oh, so they used the name of this housekeeper. But I wonder who this ‘missus’ is?

the home’s decoration which was simple and elegant. The owner’s good tastes were subtly revealed and stood out from all the other places she’d

identity of the housekeeper to make the

President Grant ordered that in the future, I should not design clothes for you

Before Jerelyn could say anything, a

Miles?

be thrown into the fire at once, and after it was burned, it got plunged into the ice. Just like that, it alternated between the ice and the fire, causing her

him! There were some emotions that could not be controlled no matter how much one reasoned. Although she had known

realize that she loved him, but now she knew that she loved him so

the man was sexy as usual while buttoning up his cuffs,

a cigarette and smoked it. When Stella smelled the smoke, she couldn’t help but twitch her nose and frown. At that, Jerelyn came over to grab the

room.” Miles lightly held Jerelyn’s

you!” Jerelyn lightly sprang up from Miles’ side and entered the bedroom with light steps. Despite the turbulence in her heart, Stella thought to herself that this

his body, and although Stella was originally very averse to the smell of smoke, she later slowly adapted to it and then slowly became obsessed with it. His smell and his breath had all changed Stella’s taste and her aesthetic. After leaving him for some time, Stella

at the mention of Miles’ name? She was usually shorter than him even when she was

his eyes lower to look

Miles’ waist and shoulder measurements, as well as the width of his thighs, had slightly decreased. Reasonably speaking, at his age, his measurements should not reduce so much, and he had also been working out. What surprised Stella was how he

tape and asked Miles for his requirements while taking down data on the iPad. “What color do you need, President Grant?” Stella liked to put the iPad on the table while she herself slightly bent

“Black.”

you wish to wear

wear it with a black shirt. No

wrote the information down again,

a moment and tilted his head to look at Stella’s side profile. Smoking the cigarette, he slowly exhaled a word,

hand trembled; he was finally getting married after