Chapter 162
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“What the heck are you even talking about? Can’t even handle one chick properly, please, do me a favor and keep my name out of your mouth.” “Hey, what’s with the sudden firestorm, buddy?”
They were just fine on the phone moments ago, and now this drama?
Caius, barely keeping his cool, demanded, “Just spill it, did you give the ring to Kellan or not?”
Oh, Kellan again!
Jeremy, already at his wit’s end, couldn’t bother with Caius’ nonsense and hung up.
The mere mention of that ring was driving him nuts.
What a cursed ring, utterly annoying.
But no sooner had Jeremy hung up than Caius was ringing him again, “Tell me honestly, did you or did you not give the ring to Kellan?”
“Go to hell.”
Jeremy was livid.
Caius retorted, “Then go ask hell to give it back to you.”
Jeremy was left speechless. His head was pounding!
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Over at Wave Residence.
After having dinner with Stella, Ronald stepped out, only returning around midnight. Stella, caught up with a design project for StarRiver Corp., had been busy till late as well.
Hearing a car engine outside, Stella, worried Ronald might have been drinking, decided to go down, partly also because she was thirsty for some water.
Sure enough, she heard Idris’ voice as she approached the staircase, “You shouldn’t even bother with those people, no point in drinking their booze.” Ronald was sitting on the couch at the moment. He took off his glasses, massaging his aching temples without uttering a word.
Idris suggested, “I’ll make you some hangover soup.”
“Just go.”
Ronald’s voice was low but carried a hint of intoxication, evident even from a distance; it was clear to Stella that he’d drank a lot.
Idris, initially turning to leave after Ronald’s command, glanced back at him and nodded in agreement before departing.
Stella descended the stairs.
The man, hearing the sound of footsteps, turned around and his typically stern and profound eyes softened under the influence of alcohol upon seeing Stella. “Star, come here.”
His voice, tender and gentle, made Stella’s heart skip a beat.
She approached him, noticing Ronald’s flushed cheeks, and couldn’t resist reaching out to touch his forehead.
“No fever this time.”
Sometimes, when Ronald drank, he would easily get a fever, and she would end up taking care of him all night.
Drunk Ronald would never spend the night out; Idris would always bring him home personally. Back at home, he wouldn’t want anyone else close to him, with Stella usually being the only exception. Seeing Ronald’s flushed appearance, Stella couldn’t help but say, “Didn’t Idris tell you that you didn’t have to bother with those people?”
So why did he drink with them?
As her words were spoken, Ronald’s warm palm enveloped her slender wrist and in the next moment, before she could process his response, she found herself seated on his lap.
Caught off guard, Stella ended up leaning into Ronald, their lips meeting unintentionally.
Stella’s pupils contracted, instinctively trying to pull away.
But before she could get up, Ronald grasped her chin gently and kissed her, overwhelming her senses.
The soft, cool touch of his lips, mixed with the scent of alcohol and roses, made Stella struggle reflexively.
However, it was just for a moment before Ronald flipped her, pinning her down on the couch.
In that instant, Stella felt as if her heart might leap out of her throat.
“Ronald…”
Stella’s breath hitched, her voice calling his name a whisper, which made the man hovering over her pause suddenly.
He propped himself up to look at her. Their eyes met, and Stella could clearly see a flicker of tenderness in his hazy gaze. And it was that very tenderness that seemed to breach the defenses she had painstakingly built over the years. With just one look, Ronald descended once more.
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