Faced with Silas Sutton’s distortion of the truth, Stella Grant pressed her lips together and said nothing.
After a while, Silas Sutton hooked her slender waist and pulled her into his arms, speaking again, "Isn’t this what you call burning bridges after crossing the river?"
Stella Grant’s red lips twitched, her expression cold, "I’m calling it using a donkey till it’s done."
Who’s the donkey?
It’s self-evident.
The so-called ’donkey’, Silas Sutton, had exerted much effort and strength, only to end up sleeping in the guest room.
When he was driven out of the master bedroom, he leaned against the door fra negotiating with Stella Grant.
Stella Grant t his gaze, said one word, "Scram."
At two in the morning, Stella Grant lay on the master bed, tossing and turning, frustrated and confused, she pulled the quilt over her head.
How did it co to this?
She... couldn’t figure it out.
In the next room, Silas Sutton sat by the bed, smoking with a cheerful mood, while Ben Lawson ssaged him: Hey Sutton, are you asleep?
Silas Sutton was in a good mood, he didn’t argue: Just say it.
Ben Lawson: At this hour and still awake, tsk tsk, either planning a cri or theft.
Silas Sutton glanced at his phone, replied: Awake at two, are you summoning spirits?
Ben Lawson: Did you feel summoning you?
Silas Sutton: Yeah, I heard you calling for daddy.
Ben Lawson: Stop changing the subject, tell , did you take advantage of Stella Grant again?
Silas Sutton’s lips curled slightly: Rumors stop at the wise.
Ben Lawson responded: Chatting stops at ’ha ha.’
Silas Sutton: Goodnight.
Ben Lawson sincerely sighed, with heartfelt words: If everyone had a little more sha, the world would be a better place.
Seeing Ben Lawson’s final text, Silas Sutton didn’t reply, tossed his phone aside, and as he rembered tonight’s events, the smile in his eyes grew.
The next day.
Stella Grant got up early, made breakfast and left ho before Silas Sutton woke up.
By the ti Silas Sutton called her upon waking, she’d already turned off her phone and boarded a flight to Portre.
Two hours and forty minutes later, Stella Grant arrived at Portre International Airport.
In June, Portre’s heat is one of its most prominent features.
Dragging her luggage, Stella Grant walked out of the airport and caught a taxi to the hotel where Hugh York was staying.
She had done her research ahead of ti and personally confird over the phone; there would be no mistake.
On the way to the hotel, the driver enthusiastically recomnded nearby attractions to Stella Grant.
Stella Grant responded with a smile, "If I have ti, I’ll check them out."
Driver, "Are you here on a business trip?"
Stella Grant replied honestly, "Sothing like that."
The driver glanced at Stella Grant in the rearview mirror, smiling, "Taking a break between work, don’t waste the opportunity. While you’re here, at least visit Marmalade Isle and Mount Moriah."
The driver’s enthusiasm was hard to resist, Stella Grant asked, "Is it fun?"
The driver said, "We locals think it’s ordinary, but outsiders seem to love it."
After speaking, he added a philosophical comnt, "Traveling is just going from a place you’re tired of to a place others are tired of."
Stella Grant smiled back, "True."
The driver, seeing Stella Grant was easy-going, handed her a business card from the dashboard, "Young lady, be careful traveling alone. Here’s my card, call if you need a ride."
Stella Grant genuinely needed transportation, took the card and asked, "Are you available every day?"
The driver chuckled, "Mostly. If I’m unavailable, soone from our team will take you. Rest assured, if you’re uncomfortable with us n, we can send a female driver for you."
Stella Grant, "Thank you."
Driver, "You’re welco."
The car arrived at Stella Grant’s chosen hotel, and the driver got out first to help with her luggage.
Stella Grant accepted it, thanked him again, and carried her suitcase into the hotel.
As soon as Stella Grant finished checking in, Silas Sutton’s call ca through.
Silas Sutton called twice, and Stella Grant rejected both tis.
On the third call, Stella Grant slid her finger across the screen and picked up, her voice cool, "What’s up?"
As Stella Grant finished speaking, Silas Sutton chuckled softly, "Ran away?"
Stella Grant responded indifferently, "If it’s not business-related, I’ll hang up."
Silas Sutton paused for a few seconds, speaking with deeper aning, "Stella, you can’t act like this.No matter what, give the donkey a sweet taste before you use it."
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