Chapter 519
Chapter 519:
“I just got out of the shower. What’s going on?”
“Can you come over?” Sharon hesitated. “I’m feeling kinda low.”
Stella’s brows pulled together. “I’ll be right there.”
When she stepped into the private room Sharon mentioned, the first thing she noticed was the pile of empty bottles stacked on the table.
Stella sat down beside her and raised an eyebrow. “Drinking away your sorrows? What happened this time? Last time you got like this, you’d just failed your school paper.”
Sharon let out a tired laugh, shaking her head. She took a deep breath and blurted, “They want me to go on a blind date. A blind date, Stel. Can you believe that?!”
Stella blinked. Sharon kept going, almost talking over herself. “Seriously—what am I supposed to do? I don’t even want to get married! Don’t they get that?!”
“You could’ve just said no, right?” Stella replied plainly.
Sharon let out a humorless laugh, propped her head on one hand, and took another big sip of wine. “Like they actually care what I think. If I don’t play along, they’ll cut me off without a second thought. I’m hanging on by a thread here, Stel. Where exactly am I supposed to pull a perfect son-in-law from?”
Sharon wasn’t being dramatic—she had truly hit a dead end. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be sitting here, drinking her frustration away this late at night. If it were that easy, she’d have just hired someone to fake a marriage certificate and called it a day.
After a moment of quiet, maybe sobering up just a little, Sharon turned her head and looked at Stella, who was still sitting neatly beside her. “Enough about my drama. Let’s hear about yours.”
Stella blinked in confusion. “Mine? What drama?”
Sharon narrowed her eyes and gave her a knowing look. “You and William. Didn’t he confess to you already? So? Spill. How’s that going?”
She waggled her eyebrows playfully. She’d been so caught up with her own matchmaking crisis that she hadn’t even had the time to check in on Stella’s romantic mess.
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Hearing that, Stella sighed and began recounting what had happened lately, from William’s surprise confession to everything that followed.
Sharon listened with growing interest. “Hold on—so later, at the resort, he intentionally picked a fight with Marc, got himself injured, and you ended up patching him up?”
“Yeah,” Stella said with an annoyed look. “I was just there to drop off some documents. Instead, I got stuck dealing with him and his stupid wound. I mean, who does that? Why would anyone purposely pick a fight just to get hurt? Has he completely lost it?”
She was clearly still annoyed over the whole ordeal.
Sharon leaned in, peering at Stella’s face from different angles. She made soft clicking sounds with her tongue like she was diagnosing a patient.
“What are you doing?” Stella asked, puzzled, as she nudged Sharon away.
Sharon sighed dramatically and shook her head. “Stel, honestly, sometimes I wonder how your brain works. You really don’t see it, do you? You’re always thinking a few beats off from the rest of us.”
Stella frowned, not quite following.
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