Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 I’m the Man You Picked?

That night, Stella just couldn’t sleep. After all, no woman could still doze off peacefully after having a row with her husband. Her eyes wide opened, she stared at the ceiling. She was very much awake without the slightest bit of grogginess. Rather, she had the urge to do something. Out of the blue, she wanted to find a job. The faster I get a job, the better. Then, I’ll at least be making my own money and can support myself instead of relying on Zane Levitt’s pity when he finds me. As such, I won’t be afraid even when we divorce.

Getting dressed, she got up since she noticed a MacBook in the bedroom earlier. Subsequently, she created a resume. She’d never worked before, so her experience was a blank slate. Fortunately, she graduated from a reputable university—Hollowcrest University—in quite an outstanding major—landscape architecture.

Few people ever applied to study landscape architecture, so as soon as she graduated, several companies wanted to take her on, but she declined all the offers since she was getting married. LinkedIn was a very good platform, and that night itself, she sent her resume out to hundreds of companies.

The very next day, a company phoned and called her for an interview. The company was in urgent need of staff, and it was a Friday, so they stipulated that prospective candidates completed both the first and second tests within the day.

and a black pencil skirt from the closet, Stella went to Ritz Design and Renovation. The first test was administered by the human resources department. Then, they even informed her that the second test was supposed to be two days later, but the

half a year after graduation, and she indicated her marital status as single. Furthermore,

this, but the moment she pushed open the door of the president’s

it were you, Mrs. Levitt, would

in the end. Stark embarrassment engulfed her

attention to work, especially when she’s not hurting for money. What’s more, you

she felt as though she was a thief. “Please give me this job. I need a job.” Her voice caught in her

Miles’ eyes were still fixed on

but still she walked over to him. Just when she’d come to a stop, Miles wrapped an arm around the back of her waist and pulled her toward him. Then, he lifted his head slightly and looked at her. “Mrs. Levitt, how desperate are you for me to bed

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