In the upscale Western restaurant, Stella Charlie sat sowhat tense across from Vincent Warner.
"...You suddenly called , is there sothing you want to tell ?"
Vincent paused his motion of lifting the water glass, took a sip before answering: "No, just happened to pass by and saw you."
Stella pursed her lips in silence for a mont and said, "I bought so materials for school. I might need a bit more ti to pay you back."
"Hmm, do you still have enough money?"
Stella quickly nodded.
"I said there’s no rush to pay back my money. Just ask if you need more. Once you graduate, co work at my company; I’ll deduct it from your salary then."
Stella smiled sheepishly and said, "That’ll take several years. I can earn so money doing part-ti work, I’ll slowly pay you back when I have extra cash."
Vincent: "If you’re afraid of forgetting, you can get a notebook to keep track of your expenses. School has many costs, and it’s not really the ti for you to make money. Don’t let earning a little part-ti money delay your studies. I won’t pressure you to repay."
Stella nodded obediently and said, "I know, I only work when I have free ti, it won’t delay my studies."
"That’s good. Are you getting used to living at school?"
Stella thought of her isolated situation and her expression slightly stiffened, then she maintained a smile and replied, "I’m used to it."
Vincent nodded. After the food was served, he didn’t say anything else, quietly focusing on eating.
Stella initially wanted to ask what he’d been busy with lately, and whether it was tiring.
But the words reached her lips, and she felt that asking would be a bit intrusive.
Their relationship wasn’t close enough for mutual concern.
After lunch, Vincent automatically parked the car at the intersection where Stella had gotten off last ti.
Afraid of being discovered, Stella got out of the car and quickly headed towards the school without looking back.
After the afternoon class ended, Stella picked up a shared bike by the roadside and rode to the Western restaurant where she had lunch.
Because she noticed the restaurant was hiring part-ti workers. At noon, she didn’t dare ask because Vincent was there.
Having experience working in a café, the job here also seed manageable.
She only overlooked one thing: the restaurant wasn’t far from the school, so many students ca here to eat frequently.
Yvonne Quincy spread rumors about her all over the school; now everyone thought she was a vain, greedy, boyfriend-stealing woman.
While serving tea to another table, Stella overheard the girl at the adjacent table on the phone saying, "Xiaong, co quickly, guess who we saw here?"
The girl deliberately raised her voice while her gaze fell on Stella, clearly speaking for Stella to hear.
"Our Classmate Charlie is truly hardworking and diligent, working whenever she has ti. She’s an example we should learn from~"
"You might not know, to co to such a high-end restaurant, you need so financial capability. She seems to co for work, but actually, she’s waiting for a chance to jump to wealth. She’s clever!"
Stella pretended not to hear and left with the tray after setting down the tea.
But turning around, she saw Vincent and a group of n in suits walking in from the entrance.
Stella stood frozen with the tray, while Vincent also paused slightly upon seeing her work uniform.
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