Stella Charlie quickly returned ho, but by the ti she got back, it was already past twelve.
She wondered if Vincent Warner was still around, or maybe he had already gone to bed.
Speculating in her mind, Stella opened the door. Before she could reach for the light switch at the entrance, she vaguely saw a dark figure standing in front of her.
She put down the gift box in her hand, freeing her hand to turn on the light, only then did she see Vincent Warner standing by the door.
His shirt was loosely undone at the collar, with a faint sll of smoke and alcohol on him, and his deep black eyes held an unfathomable allure.
The whole deanor appeared cold and distant.
Originally full of anticipation, Stella now felt sowhat nervous and uneasy.
"... My phone was in the locker, so I didn’t see the ssages you sent," she explained softly.
Vincent did not respond, his gaze lingering on the gift box Stella had just placed on the entrance cabinet.
It wasn’t hard to guess it was from that man.
Recalling the photos he saw, his mind was filled with images of Stella and Kai Jacobs spending her eighteenth birthday warmly and romantically in a restaurant.
Jealousy, fueled by a slight drunkenness, got the better of him, and he sowhat roughly grabbed Stella’s wrist and pulled her upstairs.
Stella sensed his displeasure but couldn’t fathom the source of his anger.
The door was locked, and she was forcefully thrown onto his bed, surrounded by his unique scent.
Not giving Stella any chance to escape, Vincent used his strength advantage to control her.
When her dress was torn to pieces on the ground, Stella confird her suspicions.
Rather than fear, what she felt more was surprise.
She shrank back uneasily but didn’t struggle fervently.
Looking into Vincent’s deep, enigmatic black eyes, her mind and heart were in a turmoil.
She knew clearly that she liked this man, but she had never imagined being involved with him in such a manner.
Vincent didn’t give her much ti to ntally prepare; everything progressed so quickly that Stella didn’t even have the chance to regret it.
Perhaps affected by emotions, Vincent’s actions weren’t gentle, making Stella’s first experience far from comfortable.
In Stella’s understanding, this was sothing done with soone you love deeply.
So she wondered, did Vincent have feelings for her too?
She endured the pain and tried to cooperate with him as much as possible, until she was utterly exhausted...
At least at this mont, she was willing to imrse herself in the beautiful dream she had woven for herself.
Stella’s cooperation eased a breath in him.
Vincent tenderly kissed her, resolving to give Stella a future.
The next day, Stella woke up in Vincent’s arms.
The warmth at her back felt like a reminder that everything from last night was real.
She moved her body cautiously, and when she turned to look at Vincent, she realized he had already woken up.
Stella opened her mouth as if she wanted to say sothing, but before she could make a sound, her breath was cut off.
The morning kiss was much gentler than the night before, allowing Stella to indulge in it.
Vincent sat up at the edge of the bed, and as he touched her head, he said, "I’ve taken leave from school for you, rest at ho for a day."
Stella, enduring the soreness in her body, sat up as well. When she saw the bloodstains on the dark sheets, her face turned slightly red, and she quickly covered them with the blanket, asking him, "... Where are you going?"
"There’s sothing at the company, I’ll be back by noon."
Vincent stood with his back to her at the edge of the bed, dressing as he spoke, "I’ve arranged for breakfast to be brought over. Have it when you get up, then take a nap. I’ll co over for lunch once I’m done."
Stella responded softly, "... Okay."
After tidying up his suit, Vincent paused at the doorway, turned back to look at Stella, and said in a gentle voice, "Happy Birthday."
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