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?

bought this jacket for you?” Miles shifted his

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

that she shuddered and shrank back, tears swimming in her eyes. He’s truly putting me in a difficult position here by pressuring me like

I were about to get married. I’ve always wanted to have a good relationship with him, but he’d never given me the opportunity. Now that he has seen the true colors of the women out

tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth. Staring at him with widened eyes, she pounded his shoulders, but she was only

like an eternity had passed, Miles finally released Stella. Her heart pounding wildly, she gaped at him with

it to memory?” Miles still had a hand wrapped

“President Grant, I’m married—”

snorted. “So what

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