Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 18 I Can’t Touch It

Miles wrapped an arm around Stella’s shoulder, and they both walked out. Then, he arranged lodging for her at a five-star hotel, paying for the room himself. When he was about to leave, Stella grabbed his hand. “Nothing will happen, yes?” she asked with a dazed expression.

“What could happen?” Miles’ voice was exceedingly gentle.

This was Stella’s first time hearing a man speaking to her in such a tender voice, so her eyes turned dazed. “My heart is hammering, and I just feel as though something is going to happen.” Her eyes roamed over his face.

“No matter how fast your heart is hammering, I can’t touch it,” Miles teased.

All at once, Stella released his hand. I just regarded him as my savior earlier. I’ve forgotten the fact that he’s my only man, and that I once even gave myself to him.

Upon seeing the fierce blush on her face, Miles blurted, “Have a good rest here tonight. I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow.”

and cell phone are at home.” Stella was rather puzzled as she couldn’t

worry. Someone will be there with your handbag and

a loss, Stella asked what he meant, but

Stella. Early the next morning, the reception phoned her and said that someone was waiting for her downstairs. It’s most likely Miles Grant. He’s

Zane was already waiting there with Stella’s handbag. Sure enough, Miles was right, though Stella hadn’t thought of this last night. Shock pervaded her at the sight of him. I

down her handbag. As soon as he entered the office, Zane drawled, “Aren’t you planning to explain what

answering unhurriedly, “Didn’t you see everything that happened last night? Besides, if you mind it so much, President Levitt, why didn’t

remark, so he froze. Indeed, he’d tailed Stella last night. When he saw them going into a hotel, he saw red and wanted to barge upstairs, but he felt inferior before Miles. Worse still, he felt that it’d just make him appear petty instead of catching them in the act. Hence, he left without responding to that, looking furious. When he saw

to focus on work. A few days ago, she applied to do landscape architecture for a project, but her application was rejected. When the director said that it was Miles himself who personally rejected it, she was all the more confused. As the president of the acquirer, the frequency of him intervening in matters pertaining to the subsidiary companies should be very low since it was usually the general manager who should be making the decisions. He just needs to look at the accounts, so something trivial such as a particular designer’s assignments aren’t in his

to participate in this project since it was representative in itself. Besides, the garden was massive with clear demarcation. She hadn’t had a practical case ever since joining the company, so she really wanted to take this step. Disgruntled, she went to Miles’ office. “Why did you reject my participation in this project, President Grant? My director said it was you who

replied mildly as he scribbled on a

senior participate in this project but not me?” Stella stood in his office as she waved the application he