Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 23 So What if You’re Married?

Stella glanced around at the pedestrians on the road. Since it was just time to get off work, there were quite a number of her colleagues in the vicinity. To avoid attracting attention, she climbed into Miles’ Audi A8. Subsequently, the car sped off like an arrow.

“I bought you a jacket. Why don’t you try it?” Miles asked.

Huh? Zane Levitt bought me a jacket, and now, he bought me one as well? What’s the meaning of this? “President Grant, I don’t think our relationship is at the stage where we buy each other clothes,” Stella countered with her gaze fixed straight ahead and her hands tightly fisted.

At this, Miles snorted. “If having been intimate isn’t reason enough to buy each other clothes, I truly wonder what kind of relationship is close enough to warrant that.”

Stella turned her head and gazed out the window. Oh yes, we’ve been intimate once. I’ve truly forgotten about that. Nonetheless, why must he bring up that sore spot?

jacket for you?” Miles shifted his gaze over

Stella nodded, the car screeched to a stop by the roadside. Then, Miles took out a gift box from the backseat. At just a single glance, Stella glimpsed the letters ‘CHANLE’, upon which her expression darkened. Does this mean that I’m forced to accept his gift today? But the jacket he bought must have cost at least 70,000 to 80,000. Regardless of the type, this brand is top-notch. Thus, if I wear it, Zane will definitely smell something fishy no matter how indifferent he is toward me. As she sat in the car, she was on the verge of tears. “President Grant, my relationship

me in a difficult position here by pressuring me like this! It wasn’t him who sowed discord between me and Zane, but our relationship is now improving, so I

happened because I was intoxicated. It wasn’t intentional on my part. At that time, Zane and I were about to get married. I’ve always wanted to have a good relationship with him,

Staring at him with

had passed, Miles finally released Stella. Her heart pounding wildly, she gaped at

committed it to memory?” Miles still had a hand wrapped around her back, and most of her body was propped against

“President Grant, I’m married—”

snorted. “So what