Chapter 570

Chapter 570:
Stella stared at him, her thoughts running wild. Did she hear him right? “What did you just say?” she asked, uncertain.
Meeting her gaze, William answered without flinching. “I’ve reached my limit. Could you finish this for me?”
All eyes were on them now. Aside from Sharon and Josie, nobody could believe what they were seeing.
Could this truly be the same William everyone knew as reserved and straightlaced?
The usually composed William had turned uncharacteristically soft, acting almost bashful as he pleaded with Stella to save him from another drink.
Sandra leaned over and whispered to Jamir, “Why’s William acting so weird tonight? Was he trying to act cute, or just faking that whole innocent routine to get Sylvia to feel bad for him?”
Honestly, it was odd. William hadn’t even drunk that much to begin with, yet here he was—already looking like he’d had enough?
Jamir was just as puzzled. He shrugged, silently saying, “Don’t ask me,” then gestured for them to keep playing their game.
Stella had only helped William finish one glass, nothing more.
About half an hour passed. It was nearing eleven, and the energy in the bar had picked up—music louder, lights dimmer, and the crowd more hyped.
Feeling a little flushed from the alcohol, Stella got up to find the restroom and splash some water on her face.
Sharon noticed and immediately shot William a look, signaling it was his chance.
Stella washed her face and stepped out of the restroom.
The restroom was upstairs, and from where she stood by the railing, she had the perfect view of the stage downstairs.
Lights, music, a crowd dancing—it made her smile.
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She was about to head down and rejoin the group when someone grabbed her arm.
She turned, confused—and there was William, standing close, towering beside her.
“You’re drunk,” he said.
Stella blinked, the music pounding in her ears. She didn’t catch a word.
“Huh? What? It’s too loud!” she said, squinting at him.
William sighed, leaned in, and spoke right next to her ear. “Come with me.”
She paused. The faint scent of sandalwood on him cut through the heavy bar smell, oddly calming.
She didn’t resist as he led her out onto the terrace.
The evening breeze hit her face, cool and refreshing, sobering her up a little.
Stella found a spot and plopped down with a small smile. “It’s nice out here.”
William’s eyes softened. She finally looked relaxed—unguarded. If only she could act like this around him when she wasn’t drinking, instead of always keeping her distance and calling him Mr. Briggs like a stranger.
He quietly took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
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