Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 66 Stella Bit Me

Unlike Miles, Stella was down in the dumps. When they reached the door, she took out his slippers from the cabinet at the side since she noticed that he didn’t change into slippers last night and wore his shoes instead.

“They’re for me?” Miles questioned. “Not for that person?”

Stella’s expression changed slightly. Only Xavier Daniels had ever been here. Is he referring to him? She was currently crouched on the floor, helping him with the slippers as he still had to try the fit of the slippers though he was leaving soon. After all, she bought him size 44. “How did you know that he was here?” she asked.

“Don’t let me see such a thing in the future.” Miles’ voice was so cold that it was as though it came from the depths of hell.

A chill struck Stella. Did he see Xavier Daniels coming up? Is that why Xavier Daniels was demoted from company CEO to sales director? And is that why he was so furious that day that he told me to either do it or buzz off? He saw it, so he was jealous? As she remained crouched before him, she appeared indescribably dainty.

Then, she opened the door for him, only to be greeted by the sight of someone outside her door with a lifted hand as though a second away from knocking on her door. Utter shock gripped her, for it was Yulia. At this very moment, she felt as though there was a burning ember within her.

Yulia wasn’t aware of her relationship with Miles, so she stared blankly at Stella, who was in her pajamas, and Miles, who was about to leave; their relationship became evident at a single glance.

Likewise, Stella was frozen to the spot, but Miles wasn’t affected at all.

As Yulia looked at Miles dazedly, she greeted him. “President Grant.”

Grunting an acknowledgment, Miles strode past Stella.

“President Grant…” Yulia trailed off, reluctant to allow him to leave. Yet, she didn’t know what to say to him, so she merely stood there woodenly.

Miles glanced over his shoulder, awaiting the rest of her utterance.

embarrassment since she couldn’t think of

his thumb, Miles cast a glance at Stella

urge to bang her head against the wall. Isn’t this a blatant proclamation of our relationship to Yulia? But I don’t

the house blankly, her eyes fixed straight ahead. For a moment, regret, resentment, and rage

her head, she glimpsed four or five used condoms in the trash can in the middle of the living room, all of them chock full of… that man’s fluid. She smiled bitterly at the sight of it. Ah, condoms! Condoms. It goes without saying what transpired between that man and

followed hers, only to alight on the condoms. All at once, she was so ashamed that she wanted to jump off the building. She stood at the side apprehensively without saying a single

while, Yulia stood up and

a glass of water, to which he said ‘thank you’. Even as his wedding date drew closer, he didn’t bother telling her about his

day, she’d just returned home from work when Yulia phoned her and asked her to go out with her. Since the sky was overcast, she declined, suggesting that they’d talk about anything important the next day, but Yulia insisted. “Come down. I want to bring you some place,” she

in the end. When she went downstairs, a sudden clap of thunder rang out, signaling impending rain. Fortunately, Yulia’s car was already waiting

idea why Yulia came here, but still, she trailed behind her. Yulia went up to the third floor and stopped in front of a private room before pushing open the door silently. Due to the noise in the room and her light movement, the people inside didn’t even notice the ajar door.

a peek, but the scene within had her heart shattering in an instant into a

Grant… Was my

legs crossed as he smoked, his condescending bearing making it seem as though he was looking down on

that young girl murmured. Her

of such a nightclub isn’t a big deal, let alone patronizing it for fun. Stella couldn’t stand watching such a heartbreaking scene, but still, she continued peeking through the gap in the door. Rumor has it that anything goes in such a nightclub, the only barrier being one’s imagination. Perhaps he’ll later pin one of

someone outside, for he tilted his head. When he

car, the skies opened, and it poured. In the

thought it out. How could someone like Miles Grant fall for you? It’s not that I look down on you, and yes, you’re indeed beautiful, but let me analyze things for you objectively. First of all, there’s the

since she can’t have him. After all, we’re cousins, and that’s quite a close relationship. If she has to see him often in the future, it certainly won’t feel good for her. Or perhaps she’s truly doing this for my good. No matter how she found out that he’s patronizing such a place today, there’s one thing I know for certain—it was definitely not her who tricked him there because she doesn’t have the power to influence

dejected, Yulia said when they arrived below her place, “Take care of

the umpteenth time she’d wept because of Miles. That man took my heart, yet he didn’t give me all of his. I’ve loved, hated, and I was hurt. She cried for a

to pour herself a glass of water, she heard someone knocking on her door. She glanced up