Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Do You Blame Me?

Miles sped up his movements, while Stella’s moans got louder and more high-pitched. At the moment he ejaculated into her, she let out her loudest moan. Right after that, he tidied her clothes before turning her around to wrap her in his coat.

Still weeping, Stella punched him on the shoulder before telling him, “I’m married. This is considered adultery. Why would you do this to me right after my father reminded me of that?” She was whining at him.

“Go file for a divorce tomorrow,” Miles suggested while holding onto her.

“I won’t!” Stella was furious at him.

“This will only repeat itself if you don’t.” Seemingly in a similar mood as her, he clamped his arms around her firmly.

Of course, she knew he meant the spontaneous sex they had would repeat itself, which made her wonder if he ever thought how much of a mental burden he was placing on her. “You—” Stella raised her head to look at Miles while tears welled up in her eyes.

“What’s the difference between maintaining that marriage and getting a divorce when you’ve only ever done it with one man?” Lowering his head, Miles gazed at her while holding her.

I knew it; he knows that Zane never had sex with me even after we got married. Weeping, Stella was embarrassed by the realization.

Upon seeing her cry, he pressed his lips against hers, forcing on her an angry kiss which he put all of his strength into. She was familiar with the taste in his mouth after repeatedly tasting him. Her mind kept on comparing between the memories of his taste during their one-night-stand before her marriage and how he tasted now.

She had never expected herself to be addicted to a man’s kiss, unable to pull herself out of it. When he pressed himself against her earlier, holding her petite figure in his wide embrace to kiss her, the motion sparked something in her mind. She never expected to encounter someone like Miles, as he was a young, handsome billionaire, who was also one of the most eligible bachelors in Hollowcrest City.

was quite pretty, she was nothing compared to other women who were both beautiful and talented. Besides, she was married. Although it was

she was utterly spent. By now, she couldn’t even walk, so Miles had to carry her in his arms before putting her down in the passenger seat. Before he began

been mentioning repeating cycles, which she understood at the spontaneous sex they had. Of course, she wasn’t expecting it, but he couldn’t have planned it as well; he probably did it out of exasperation earlier.

wouldn’t be able to capture them. Stella got out of the car while feeling cold, as if she would catch a fever.

and her throat hurt as soon as she woke up. However, Zane seemed to have gone on a business trip, for while she was still asleep a while ago, he had sent her a text to inform her

of her when she was ill, she remembered her mother, who had just passed away. Perhaps other kids whose mothers were alive might still be pampered by their mothers, but she was already married to another man, as

able to go to work as she was down with a fever. Although she was famished, she didn’t have the strength to cook, let alone

that moment, someone came knocking on the door, so she had to drag her limp body over to answer it. As soon as she saw the person at the door, she was both shocked and conflicted, as

indifferently to resume eating by the table. Miles sat down beside her to watch her eat, only to note that she seemed pissed

before he

of course. It’s all your fault that I became such a degenerate woman. I don’t like the fact that you came to my house

med kit in her house,

like how Miles did. After she took her meds, she ordered, “Mr. Grant, I’ve already taken my meds, so I need to go to bed now. I need you to leave right away.” She held a chilly gaze

so gentle. Eventually, she went to bed. After Miles pulled the blankets over

so she got back to work. After a few days, she got a call from the police when she was about to clock out. They informed her that Zane was involved in a

but from what the police told her, it sounded as if someone else’s car crashed into the car he was

hand. The entirety of his face was covered in bandages, while his leg was held in a cast; it seemed to

nothing else but pity. Without a word, she fetched a basin and a hot towel before

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