Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 55 The One You Love Is Divorced

“I asked someone.” Stella craned her neck, looking like a proud little cat.

“Who did you ask?” Miles kept asking. He had a look that said ‘I’m gobbling you up.’ His voice was as seductive as always, and as deep as he was handsome.

Stella’s face turned scarlet, but she didn’t answer. The answer was an absolute taboo for her.

Miles inched closer to her, lifting her chin up. “You can ask anyone else, but you chose her. What’s the meaning of this? Are you challenging me?”

He exposed her. So she told him. He wouldn’t know otherwise. No wonder he looked at me that way that day. And what is he trying to say? Not to approach his girlfriend? To know my place as a mistress?

Stella felt like she couldn’t keep anything a secret from him. He knew every thought she had, just like how he knew every inch of her body when they were in bed, as well as her every weakness. The more she knew him, the scarier he was, but that was also why she fell even further, for she couldn’t understand him.

It was as if he was hiding behind the veil, and the more she couldn’t see, the more she wanted to see. Stella pulled his hand away. “You’re imagining things, President Grant. I saw her coming up when I went down that day. I asked Mr. Moore, but he said he doesn’t know, and I don’t know anyone from finance. Since I bumped into her, I asked her. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He stared at her for a while. “You may go.” He called her something at the end of it, but she didn’t hear it clearly. It wasn’t her name though. She would know it if it was her name. What did he call me though? No. Not going to ask. Then Stella was let go.

Nowadays, she felt scared every time she went to see Miles. She had a feeling Miles was taking everything from her, and he could see her every thought.

It was lunch time when Stella came back. She brought her own lunch and heated it with a microwave oven. There were a few in the corridor, but most of the employees brought their own lunch, so there was a line. When it was her turn, she set it to five minutes.

was boring. She scrolled through her phone to stave off boredom, but the signal in the corridor was bad. Wi-Fi was weak, and 4G was unusable. Her app kept telling her there was no network connection, so she could see nothing. Left

seldom took selfies, so most of the photos were of scenery. And all of them were just on-site visits for their workshop. Nobody was there, and the scenery wasn’t pretty either. However, as she scrolled further, she then saw the photo of a man—and not just any man—but Matthew. It was a clear photo of him smiling radiantly. She frowned. When did I take this

slipped out of her pocket, and one of her female colleagues picked it up for her. Her seat was right beside Stella’s, and they chatted quite a lot usually.

can’t keep a secret forever. Everyone was telling her to date a new guy, since she was effectively single. “Oh, so is this the guy you like, Stella? Not bad. He’s sunny, ooh, and handsome too.” Her colleague teased Stella, and she looked at the

then she shut up, for she saw someone going past her. She thought it was weird that Miles kept coming to their department despite it not being on the same floor as his office. She stood there,

into the design

She thought she heard her colleague greeting Miles, and she asked, “Was I hearing things? Did you call out

about a project with Mr. Moore.” Stella’s colleague still wanted to talk about Matthew, and she grinned. “So tell me, you ditched your husband because you like

Stella took her lunch box. Matthew was a married man, and he was Miles’ friend. She wondered why Miles came to their office though. “Doesn’t President Grant get hungry? He never eats, and he

office and almost bumped into someone. She looked up to see who it was

I’m here for

at him, and a while later, she said, “Oh.” Then she left

tell me. Do you like this guy?”

seat was near the window, and it was warm and fuzzy, so everyone loved to huddle closer when it was lunch time. “No. Miss Johansson

so you really like someone

felt awkward, worried that Lisa might tell her colleague about what she saw. It was time to work after lunch, but Stella received a text. ‘The man you like is divorced.’ She couldn’t believe Miles sent that. He

recalled that she put her phone on Miles’ sofa during New Year’s Eve. It must be Zack. He

was fine a few days ago. Now Matthew’s divorced? That’s quick. Stella thought it was inappropriate to have a man’s photo in her phone. If someone else misunderstood her again, she would never live it down. She wanted to delete it, but the photo was taken at a good angle, and Matthew had that fatherly smile on him. It’s a pity if I