Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 51 Who Is Your Man?

Stella looked in the mirror when she got home that night; she wanted to see if she was lacking in any way with the vibe she exuded. Vibes were something related to someone’s background, upbringing, education, and the people they came into contact with. Without doubt, Stella had lost to Yvonne on that front.

So Yvonne came right after I left his house. She’s there whenever I am not. Yvonne is the one he loves; the one he protects to the end. At that thought, she smiled bitterly.

That night, Stella had a dream about her having sex with Miles. Miles was strong, feral, and powerful, but the woman wasn’t her; it was Yvonne. Stella had never seen Yvonne before, and she couldn’t see the woman in her dream clearly, but she knew it was Yvonne. Late in the night, she woke up from her dream, feeling despondent; Yvonne was haunting her once more.

The next day, she was exhausted, so she went a bit later than she normally would to the cafeteria for lunch. There was barely anyone left there, and there was a room beside the place where the employees would take their lunch. That room was where the leaders ate. After Stella had taken her lunch, the stall operator commented, “You’re getting thinner, Stella. I thought your man was rich, so why do you look like you haven’t eaten in ages?”

Since they were in the same company, the stall operator knew everything about everyone. Stella came from a rich family, and she was beautiful, so the stall operator knew about her. They were both married, so the joke was fine with them.

Initially, Stella wanted to give a vague answer and be done with it, but from the corner of her eyes, she noticed Miles walking slowly to the room. Hence, she smiled at the operator and replied, “Well, the man of the house is on a business trip, so I slimmed down.”

“Get him to fatten you up once he’s back then,” the operator teased.

In response, Stella smiled, and she then went to a table to have her lunch. Throughout the process, she pretended she didn’t see Miles, but she knew he had entered the room and closed the door.

Stella had lunch alone. When she went to take her lunch, she saw a few people in the room, and she thought Miles wouldn’t come out anytime soon. Once she was done with lunch, Stella went back to the office. She didn’t want to go home lately, for it was a lonely place. Hence, Stella worked overtime until late at night before leaving, but when she was going to the bus stop, Miles drove up to her. Instead of going to him, Stella went ahead, pretending not to see him.

“Aren’t you getting in?” he asked.

“I’m taking the bus.” She kept on walking.

snow started turning heavier. It seemed that the snow wouldn’t let up anytime soon. “Get in. I need to talk to

went in. It was a hassle to wait for the bus, and the snow would congest the traffic anyway. Also, Stella wanted to know what he

driving away after Stella came in, Miles smoked. Then, he drove to a street that was unfamiliar to

wanted to know why Matthew knew she stayed the night at Miles’ house previously. “How did he know I stayed the night at your place?”

after the car had stopped, and the snow covered it. It was warm inside though. Now, Stella didn’t know where they were, but there was barely anyone there. “You’re giving me the cold shoulder because of that?” he whispered down her ear, his voice seductively sexy, making her heart pound harder

couple’s relationship when she was a married woman herself was something too scandalous. Hence, she denied it

he continued. Miles was a real casanova; women would fall helplessly for him, but he could play them like a fool, and that was exactly the part

busy. People keep calling

had never mentioned anything about Yvonne, and he didn’t know Stella had received a call from her. Also, he didn’t know Yulia had told her what Yvonne looked like. Then, Miles wrapped his arm around her shoulder and abruptly

his embrace, she thumped his back, asking him to let her go. She didn’t want

her on the backseat. Luckily, his car was big, and he

engine was still roaring, and the car was still warm inside, so the mist on the windows was getting heavier. Miles pulled Stella’s shirt up and approached her chest. Until now, she still

were on the streets after all, which wasn’t a good place to moan. Miles thrusted it into her unexpectedly, and she held his neck. As they panted, Miles asked, “Who’s the

saying that in the afternoon. After all, Stella hated him for not contacting her, and he shared the same sentiment. However, Stella remained quiet at

could feel that her hands

You stripped me bare. Of course

and covering her with it. Then, he held her hands and rubbed them. That action melted Stella’s heart; all she wanted for her next relationship was the little things like those. But is he my next love though? With that thought in mind, Stella

said nothing. They spent a long time

her Miles needed someone from the design department to meet an important foreign client.