Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 3 My ‘Dear Wife’

“I’ve already told you half a year ago that I have no idea! Besides, I’ve also said that we can get a divorce. There’s no need for us to torment each other like this,” Stella declared calmly, sounding very much reasonable. She even wanted to analyze things for Zane and tell him that they’d both have a good life after the divorce.

“Ha ha, back when your father begged me to marry you and pay off your family’s debts, he didn’t tell me that the person who’d be marrying me would be used goods. Now that the debt has been cleared, you want a divorce? Stop dreaming, Stella Johansson! Why would I get a divorce when I haven’t tormented you enough?” After saying this, Zane released his grip on her and languidly sauntered to the closet.

About half an hour later, he flung a dress out. “Accompany me to a business dinner tonight. Remember to doll up, my ‘dear wife’!”

Zane didn’t say where they were going or who they were meeting, but neither said anything in the car. When they were outside, Zane was still the gentlemanly and courteous President Levitt who graduated from a prestigious school and had a beautiful wife with whom he had a loving relationship.

Stella, on the other hand, was happy to put on this show with him. After all, every time he was pleased with her, he rarely came home, so she didn’t need to put up with his dour face. Half a year ago, he was different. It was when they both went to the hospital for a medical checkup before the wedding did everything change upon him learning that she wasn’t a virgin.

entertaining President Grant—Miles Grant—from Miles Conglomerate tonight to secure a subcontract. I believe I don’t need to remind

have no inkling about true affection, but anyone can fake a display of affection.”

later, she pushed open the door of the private

wife, Stella Johansson. Stella, come and have a seat.” Zane had always

Grant’s discussion had

his patience. However, just when he was about to smoke a cigarette impatiently, Stella made her appearance. She’s dressed much more formally compared to last night, her black dress showing off her perfect figure, her long and slender legs making every man salivate. It’s precisely those legs that had been wrapped around me last night as she pleaded for

his hand, he suppressed the burning desire within him. Unbuttoning the first button of his shirt, he leaned back against the chair languidly. Then,

Since she was considered late, she drank a glass of wine as an apology. Then, noticing the awkwardness

fraction, Miles looked up at Stella beside him, his lips curved into a faint smile. “You’re going to toast me personally, Mrs.