Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 53 Where Have You Been All My Life

Stella was unnerved, since she had always thought of the relationship with Miles as an affair.

“I thought you hated affairs, so let’s go public.” He put out his cigarette and whispered.

Stella was like a cat on hot bricks. “I meant we’re ending this. We’re going our separate ways. You aren’t me. You can’t understand.”

Miles didn’t budge. “And that’s precisely why I want to f*ck you.”

Stella squirmed, and for some reason, her cheek came into contact with his lips, much to her annoyance. Her fury lit up the fire of lust within Miles. All at once, he picked her up and went around the fake hill, going into the house through the front door. Fortunately, no one saw them, but Stella was on the verge of tears. There’s people looking.

Miles didn’t go to the first floor bedroom last time. Instead, he went upstairs. Once he got into a room, he backed her against a wall. “Feisty, are you?”

Stella’s chest was heaving sexily, and once again, Miles picked her up and put her on the bed. She resisted in silence, but her strength was no match for Miles’.

Subsequently, they took their clothes off and made a mess on the floor. This time, Miles had a condom on, and he wasn’t that rough with her anymore. In fact, he was gentle.

Regret and pleasure washed over her at once. Being with Miles was a delight, but it couldn’t wash her guilt away. She held her tongue throughout the process, fearing that someone might hear them. Halfway through, Miles wanted her to lean against the window as he went into doggy style.

“You’re worried they might see you, huh? Well, I want them to see how you’re ‘cheating’ with your man.” He nibbled on her ear.

She felt her ear heating up, and the feeling of guilt from cheating welled up again. She thought it would end at the first time, but no. The continuous depravity was weighing itself on her.

She felt helpless as Miles did whatever he wanted with her. He could see through her every thought and every feeling.

He knew her thoughts and struggles, but he wouldn’t let her struggle anymore. He tore apart that struggle, and also her clothes.

were different. Men could separate sex and love. They could love someone with their soul while f*cking someone else for hours. On the other hand, once Stella’s body fell for someone, her soul would follow, too. She knew she was falling, but

while, the workers downstairs carried on with work, drawing the lines and

one-way mirror. They couldn’t see what was inside, but she could see what was outside. She felt like she was f*cked by Miles in public, and

thrusted even fiercer. “Trying to run from me in America? Nobody can run from me when I have my

America, Stella thought he didn’t care about her, but when he was thrusting into her in the house now, she had a feeling it was payback from him. That time, she was delighted he didn’t have sex with her, but she didn’t expect it to come back ten times worse now. Staring down, her tears fell on the bay window. I didn’t

help, but she shoved him away. Once she was done changing, she ran outside without

after her, still buttoning his sleeve, for he was worried about Stella. On the way down, Stella bumped into someone, a

she still looked at the woman for a moment. She was an elegant

your body count now,

Miles was buttoning his sleeve. It was obvious what

though they had never met, it was just like what Yulia had told her. She instinctively knew the woman was Yvonne. Aside from her height and

the time to stare at Yvonne. She didn’t

alone that day, on foot. She never thought much about the path, since she always traveled up and down by car, but when she went down that day, the path seemed endless.

the renovation was done for the day, she went back home instead of the office. Then she told the workers she’d be leaving first. ‘Be serious though. Don’t just do a sloppy job and

was nothing to do that night anyway. Later, Yulia picked her up off the streets. She didn’t say she went to Miles’ place, only that she went to a client’s house to supervise a renovation

look like you got f*cked by someone. Comb it.” Yulia handed a comb to her as she drove, asking

did get f*cked by

arrived at a karaoke joint. Stella had always been a good singer, and she picked ‘Where Have You Been’ when Yulia was singing. The song spoke to her. How great would it be if he’s not married,

her tears, she asked, “Did you fall for

a good mood that day, and the source of it was Yvonne North. She was jealous of Yvonne, but it wasn’t Yvonne’s fault—it was Miles’. He was too capricious for Stella. She couldn’t hide

home that night, Stella noticed something shocking—she was out

that her salary wasn’t enough to

was still with her, all she had to do was say the word, and her expenses were covered. However, after he was incarcerated, she noticed she was running out of money. There were only a few notes left in her wallet. Oh sh*t. At this rate, I