Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 37 I Came to Visit My Woman

Miles tapped his finger on the bowl on his table.

Did he magically conjure this out of thin air? Stella walked up to the table to check on the contents in the bowl. “What is it?”

“It’s chicken and vegetable soup.”

Before she asked him for a reason, she recalled that she just had an abortion, so he was in fact trying to nurse her back to health. Instantly, her heart was filled with warmth. She and Zane had been trapped in a vicious cycle in their relationship. Despite his repeated declarations of love, he never actually acted on them. His lack of care toward her was perhaps because the child didn’t belong to him.

No wonder he wanted me to come take care of the plants. It’s just an excuse to get me to drink the soup. After she downed the soup, she went back downstairs, forgetting to even thank him.

When the janitor was cleaning the broken vase shards, she found a bunch of keys on the rack, so she asked, “President Grant, are these your keys?”

Upon checking on them, Miles replied, “No, but you can give them to me.” He figured that Stella might’ve left them there after she tried to use the keys to help her reach the crystal vase. From what he could see, he deduced that all of Stella’s keys were with him. With a conniving smile, he thought, Great. I have some leverage against her now.

When she got home at night, Stella couldn’t find her keys. Figuring that she might’ve left them in the office, she didn’t dwell on it. Since Zane was at home, he was the one who opened the door for her. After dinner, he told her he needed to leave the house for a bit and wouldn’t be back until for quite some time. She grunted upon hearing him. After all, they were living under the same roof, so at the least they were showing some common courtesy.

After that, she went and took a hot shower in the bathroom. She had her own bathroom in her room, so she didn’t normally pay attention to her attire after a shower. Besides, Zane wasn’t in the house. Her face was round and fair, while her hair was slightly curled up. She left her room in a slightly disheveled state, as her bathrobe was slightly undone, partially revealing her chest.

She was thirsty, so she poured herself some water in the living room, only to see someone smoking while sitting on the sofa in the living room. The man who was examining her as if he were the master of the house was none other than Miles.

Startled by his presence, Stella spaced out for a moment before asking, “President Grant, aren’t you afraid that the master of the house might come back while you’re sitting here, pretending to be him?” Upon realizing her lack of modesty, she quickly tightened the bathrobe around her body. It wasn’t until then that she recalled she’d left her keys in his office this morning.

time, Miles had his legs crossed, watching her with a lazy yet conniving gaze. “The Messiah has come, so it’s time for the impostor to leave. I

who trespassed. However, she also realized she had nothing to fear upon witnessing

she bent down, the hem of her robe moved to her sides to reveal her lean and fair thigh. Miles could see everything clearly from where he sat. Slightly lowering his gaze, he seemed neither greedy nor lustful, but he was staring straight ahead. It took some time before Stella realized what he was staring at. Feigning ignorance, she held her glass of water while straightening her posture.

the glass, Miles shot up from the sofa before pulling her into his arms. She was holding a glass of

all, they were in her house, and Miles wasn’t her legal

robe slid

belong to him, Miles was totally comfortable with being involved sexually

she had a sensitive body. His breathing got increasingly labored as she wiggled. Without letting her leave, he took the glass of water away to set it down on the table, while his arms clamped around

Zane knew she used to carry Miles’ baby, he

in disbelief. “What is the meaning of this, President Grant? What are you doing? She is my wife! How

remained sprawled out on the sofa languidly. “I came to

Pointing at Stella, he bombarded Miles with a multitude of questions. “Do you like her? Why do you like her?

first man, she wouldn’t be able to face herself. Fortunately, Miles knew of her past. “I just fell for her. On the contrary, you should let Miss Johansson go if you don’t like her. You’re both still young. There’s no point getting yourselves

it on either of them any second. Stella had been noticing that a storm was

b*stards! I’ll kill you guys!” Zane was about

Miles spoke calmly, “Mr. Levitt, if I’m not mistaken, that vase is extremely valuable. Within a few days, it might be

was startled by his remark, but soon realized he was right. With his status as the most influential person in Hollowcrest

eyes wide open, Zane was fixated on the floor in front of him. Strictly speaking, Stella wasn’t his woman, as he never even touched her. Thus, he collapsed on the ground before asking, “What do you

love her,