Chapter 584

Chapter 584:
William had tried hinting, teasing, and even sharing slogans. Nothing worked with her, so this time, he dropped all subtlety.
“Do you think the cake felt anything like kissing me?” he asked.
Stella nearly choked on her own saliva. Her face turned bright red as she coughed uncontrollably.
William raised a brow, looking far too pleased with himself. “Are you seriously blushing at the idea of kissing me?”
“Mr. Briggs!” she snapped, still breathless. “You can eat whatever you want, but you can’t just say whatever pops into your head!”
Stella felt a wave of frustration rise. What annoyed her most was how casually he joked about the whole thing.
William just gave a lazy shrug, then leaned in a little closer to her side. “You know, that kiss the other night? It actually felt pretty nice,” he said with a straight face. “You were drunk, so maybe you didn’t notice. How about we give it another shot tonight?”
Stella’s eyes widened in disbelief. She immediately raised her hands to push him away. “Mr. Briggs, please! A man with no shame is just embarrassing. Show a little self-respect, won’t you?”
Seeing the genuine look on her face, William finally dropped the act. Without another word, he got up, picked up his phone, and made a quick call. Then he opened the front door and bent down to pick up a paper bag from the floor.
“The delivery guy must’ve figured no one was home, so he just left it here,” he said casually.
Stella didn’t say anything back. She kept her head down and quietly focused on her meal. Her only goal now was to finish quickly and leave. But her mind was spinning. When did William become like this?
He used to be so distant and hard to read. Now, he was throwing around flirty comments like some smooth-talking heartthrob. Had Steven’s influence rubbed off on him?
Still puzzled, Stella put her fork down and left shortly after. The next day after work, she made a point to stop by the supermarket, thinking it would help her avoid bumping into William in the elevator again.
As she browsed the aisles, she cheerfully picked out two packs of pork belly and some fresh lettuce, planning to grill them later for dinner.
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But just as she turned the corner to grab some drinks, she looked up—and there he was, William, casually pushing his cart from the other direction.
Stella blinked, thinking maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. But no—there he was. William, clear as day.
He turned and saw her too, the corners of his lips lifting into that familiar, laid-back smile.
Stella forced a polite tone through gritted teeth. “What a coincidence, Mr. Briggs.”
William gave a small nod, completely unbothered. “Grocery shopping too, huh?” Then his eyes dropped to her cart for a moment, and his Adam’s apple shifted slightly. “What’s on the menu tonight?”
Stella caught sight of the whole wheat bread in his cart. A sly smile curved her lips. “Barbecue,” she said with a touch of pride. “And you, Mr. Briggs? Don’t tell me you’re planning on making sandwiches.”
She was hoping to tease him a little, but he didn’t even flinch. “I am making sandwiches,” he answered easily. “But barbecue sounds a lot better. What do you say—mind if I join you for dinner?”
Stella instantly regretted bringing it up. Why, of all things, did she have to mention barbecue?
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