Chapter 274

Chapter 274:
Stella’s thoughts were all over the place.
Weren’t they just arguing about what happened last night? How did the topic suddenly jump to work?
Before she could say another word, William took her by the arm and led her out of the bar. “Since we ran into each other, why not head back to the research institute and go over the Nebula project?”
“What?!” Stella screamed silently.
Completely thrown off, she found herself being pulled out without a valid explanation.
The workday was clearly over—and yet here he was, dragging her back to the office. Was he some kind of obsessive taskmaster? The nerve of this man! She had just warned Sharon not to go around choosing random men… and now this?
Back at the institute, William brought her into his dorm. The lights came on all at once, flooding the room with brightness.
Stella raised her arm to block the sudden glare, wincing slightly from the shift. By the time her eyes adjusted, William was already at his desk, seated in front of the computer.
“Well? Are you coming or not?”
She paused for a moment, then stepped over to where he sat.
William opened a folder on the screen, noticing her hovering beside him. His voice was low, casual. “You planning to stand all night?”
Stella had no desire to waste time. The sooner they got through this, the sooner she could leave.
With a straight face, she answered, “That’s alright, Mr. Briggs. I’m good where I am.”
He didn’t push further. Instead, he turned his focus to the project and began explaining.
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She leaned in, eyes focused on the screen. William sat at her chest level, and even without turning his head, the fullness of her chest was clearly visible. That’s when he questioned his judgment—was bringing her here so late really a wise move?
He cleared his throat, and Stella turned to him, puzzled. “Mr. Briggs, is your throat bothering you?”
Her shift in position only made things worse for him, and he immediately looked away. “It’s nothing.”
Stella frowned. She had just shown concern, and he brushed it off like it didn’t matter. “Fine then. Why bother anyway?” she thought bitterly.
The first rays of morning sunlight crept through the windows, accompanied by the faint chirping of birds outside.
Marc stirred, propping himself up in bed, still groggy from the night before. A soft sound—a sweet, sleepy groan—made him freeze.
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