Stella woke up in a neat and tidy room. A few sketches-like objects were put on the walls, and the space was extremely minimalistic yet stylish. It was cold, the wind blowing gently up the light gray curtains. She was where? Stella sat up gradually. She felt an ache in her arm and only saw that gauze was wrapped there when she looked down. "You're awake?" She opened her eyes to a friendly voice. She looked at Jude in shock when he entered the room and gave her a cup of warm water. "Have some water." After a moment of blank staring, Stella reached out and picked up the cup. Her lips were parched and she was definitely thirsty. She took the water and sipped it. Jude spoke "slowly." Stella moved to the rhythm of his speech. He was very kind! When she was done, she wanted to set the cup down. Jude also assisted her in wiping the wetness off the corner of her lips. Stella froze where she was. How was he going about it? Did he really put his finger to the corner of her mouth
Did he speak for Clarence ? No, Jude could not possibly speak for him. Clarence’s attitude toward him was generally not bad, but it was undoubtedly not good. "You and Clarence did not know each other before, you need a lot of time to sharpen between you." "You don't have to speak for him; I'm not crying because of him." Stella shook her head. Upon hearing this, Jude grinned and said, "Good, I thought you guys were at odds again." He was a little taken aback. She hung her eyes and ate soup without saying anything. Her hair was disheveled and she hung her head. She appeared to be very well-mannered. Jude lifted his hand and, unconsciously, reached to stroke her head, only to retract it before he could. He studied her for a moment, then turned to face his palm and withdrew his hand. Suddenly, Jude’s cell phone rang, so he pulled it out and said, "I'm going outside to take a call." "Mm." Stella was much more at ease once Jude left. She was not at ease even though Jude treate
She hurried over, fearing Clarence would misinterpret. However, she was surprised that he addressed Jude directly in that statement. She became enraged at this thought and shoved the door in. “Clarence, what are you thinking of me? Plaything or trash can? Can you discard me at will?" The three guys froze at the sudden presence of the female voice, and they all turned to face the door at once. Stella pulled open the door and walked in. The maid had brought out her light blue suit so she could change before she left. Her sophisticated demeanor was reflected in the blue outfit, which also made her fair complexion stand out more. Clarence did not expect her to arrive here and he was astonished. His eyes turned stern as soon as they met the blue suit she was wearing. This fucking woman! She never bothered to look at the massive pile of clothes in the closet that he purchased her. Was she dressed differently now? Jude’s got it for her, hehe? " Stella, why are you here?" Jude approa
Clarence’s campaign was overly bizarre. It wasn't until he calmed down that he felt uneasy. Unlike the lady who had pushed him earlier, the one in his arms was too silent. He bowed his head to look her in the eyes. Her eyes were as serene as a lake without waves, despite the rage and dismay that was present. What was happening? She didn't even respond when he treated her so rudely? "Clarence, are you jealous?" Stella asked as she blinked and looked at him for a moment. Clarence:..... Stella kept blinking as she gazed deeply into his eyes, as though she was attempting to read his emotions. "Are you?" When he failed to respond, Stella felt compelled to re-ask. Clarence: Alright. She questioned him calmly if he was jealous, even though he was rude and upset with her. With a low voice, Stella asked as she cast her gaze down at the ripped blue suit, "If you are not jealous, what are you tearing them for?" She was now clinging on Clarence, wearing only the snug clothing.
The door was shut, and the two of them were the only sounds in the enormous meeting room. Particularly her , whose breathing was incredibly erratic because she had just been stunned. For a long while, the two maintained their original position. Stella felt a tremor emanate from his chest, and she heard his words—clear and icy. "How long do you want to sit?" With a start, Stella responded angrily and raised her head. Clarence just so happened to bow his head. Stella’s broad clothing hid most of her body. She lifted her head, exposing only her face. She had a sorry look in her eyes since the corners were still crimson. Clarence felt as though someone was holding his heart. With his thin lips pressed firmly together, he asked in a chilly tone a second later, "Am I good-looking?" Stella regained consciousness. Those people had scared away the wrath that had surfaced earlier, and now her heart was racing, fearing that someone else might approach and force open the door. “Jose
Upon hearing this, Stella suddenly lifted her gaze and gave him a cutting look while clarifying, "I will wash it for you." "How?" Clarence sent her a sarcastic glare and said, "By hands?" With a blink, she said, "Of course not, I will send it to the dry cleaner." Despite her lack of wealth, she had common sense enough to know that suits—especially ones this valuable—should never be cleaned in water. "Heh, you are not too ignorant." "But do you think I will wear it after washing it?" Clarence asked with a sneer. She pressed her lips together and said nothing. Clarence stated, "The suit was worn by you. Even when you wash it, I won't wear it. You're just a slut, even though you appeared to be innocent." It's just a suit, Stella could not take it anymore. “Did I implore you to give it to me? You applied it to me. If you believed it to be filthy, why didn't you wash your hands after touching me in the conference room” Clarence: Alright. How in the hell? Joseph observed S
"Well, Clarence and I are half-brothers." Jude said quietly, "Things are a little tricky, but Clare is unusual in that he seems to get along with us despite having grown up outside and visiting a few years ago. In addition to being agitated, he had a leg injury. Clare endured a great deal, and Grandpa intended to make up for it by giving him the presidency. He could do it, of course. He would have that depending on his abilities even if Grandpa had not given him that position.” Stella: This is not the kind of story she was expecting. Clarence, though, was raised outside? And they were brothers by half? A sensation that cannot be described fills her heart at the possibility that Clarence’s mother is a mistress. Most likely as a result of her past mistress status, so ... Stella pursed her lips as she thought about this and the Clarence appearance. Was this the reason he was agitated? "Don't mention it in front of Clare, or he will be angry." Jude gave her a sliver of a smile. "Can y
When Stella regained consciousness and noticed Riley hesitantly elucidating to her, she attempted a smile. "I'm not blaming you, I was just thinking about things." "What's wrong?" 'Are you scared that you won't be able to find him?' Riley said, glancing at her anxiously and reaching out to take her hand. “Don't worry, Lala—I'll locate that man for you, I promise!" Stella burst out laughing as she saw Riley reassuring herself, asking, "Ri , why are you so silly? You continue to put forth a lot of effort for me, but this is my business." "Because we are good friends, but....." After giving it some thought, Riley continued after a pause, "We will always be good friends, right?" Nodding, Stella said, "Of course." "If one day I do something wrong to you, will you forgive me?" How come? Something wrong with me?" Stella asked, not understanding. "You know I am not a careful person, maybe I will accidentally make a mistake, you must forgive me." Stella You always act irrespons