Chapter 994

Chapter 994:
He didn’t speak. A strange tension hung in the air, and something in Stella’s chest tightened. Her instincts told her to tread lightly.
Finally, his voice broke the silence. Low. Rough. Hollow. “You’re back?”
“Yeah,” she said quietly, moving toward the light switch.
But before she could turn it on, his voice cut through the dark again. “Don’t.”
She froze, her hand hovering in midair. Standing at the entrance, she could feel his eyes on her—intense, heavy, almost predatory. It was like something was lurking in the dark, watching her. Her skin prickled with goosebumps.
Neither of them spoke. The silence pressed in, thick and suffocating.
“Where were you this afternoon?” His voice was calm, but every word carried a chill.
Stella’s heart sank a little. “I went to a café,” she answered slowly. “Then walked around for a bit.”
William’s lips twitched—almost a sneer in the dim light. “Alone?” he asked. “Or were you with someone?”
She could already guess where this was going. He had clearly seen something, but she kept her cool.
“What are you trying to say?”
He stood up fast, the movement sharp and sudden. His tall frame loomed as he stepped toward her, tension radiating off him.
“I saw you,” he said, his eyes locked onto hers. “I watched you walk out of that private theater. And that jacket—” he gestured to the one around her waist. “It’s Jeff’s, isn’t it?” He took another step closer. “So tell me—what were you two doing? What needed a whole afternoon? What needed a jacket?”
His voice was clipped, simmering with something he was barely holding back. He knew he shouldn’t jump to conclusions, but seeing it with his own eyes had lit a fuse.
No boyfriend wants to see his woman walking out of some intimate little cinema with another guy—especially not wearing his clothes.
Stella heard it in his voice—doubt, distrust. And suddenly, all the frustration and hurt she had bottled up for weeks started to crack through.
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“You followed me?”
His jaw tightened. “I didn’t follow you. But if you weren’t doing anything wrong, why are you so shaken up about it?”
That hit her like a slap. She blinked, rage creeping into her eyes.
“Is that really what you think?” she shot back. “My dress got ripped by accident, and Jeff—being a decent human—offered his jacket. We went to the private theater because his classmate was dropping off some study materials. That’s it. There’s nothing shady going on.”
She never thought he would be the type to accuse her of cheating. Not him. Not like this.
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