Stella dismissed all these troubling thoughts and exhaled sharply.
She looked at the man on the couch with the smell of alcohol, feeling a little helpless.
âGet up. We shall go back to the apartment first. I will cook you something.â
Miguelâs eyes shone the moment he heard that. âReally?â
Even through the fog of drunkenness, he still retained some of his consciousness. âYou havenât cooked for me for a long timeâ¦â
He sounded a bit aggrieved.
He liked her cooking.
Although she wasnât nearly as good as a professional chef, her homeâcooked concoctions had a unique taste, .
especially her noodles, and though he did not know what recipe she used, it was always different from the other cooks.
Stella knew he was craving her food and said to him, still holding hands with Elias and Emma, âWe will wait for you downstairs. You come down quickly.â
She knew he needed time to sober up after all the drinking.
He closed his eyes to rest for a moment.
After that, he opened the window and let out a breath. â
You guys go first. I will come down in a minute after a smoke.â
She frowned immediately. âIf you want to smoke, we will leave without you, and you can call the driver to pick you up yourself.â
âMan, you are so heartless.â
âI said it already. You reek of alcohol and tobacco.â
She disliked the smell of alcohol and tobacco very much and did not want Elias and Emma to smell it.
After hearing that, Miguel could only extinguish his cigarette. âForget it. I shall come with you.â
When they were at the basement parking, she subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror and was slightly relieved to see no sign of Weston.
As soon as she turned her head, she saw Miguel, who had been staring at her since who knew when.
Seeing her turn around, he smiled and asked her, âWhy am I feeling that youâre acting weird today?â
He reached out his hand to trace the outline of her face.
She immediately dodged it, frowned a little, and covered her nose. âYou stink! Stay away from me.â
That was what she said, but in fact, she simply didnât want to get too close to him.
Even with his mind muddled, Miguel could detect her detachment and avoidance.
She really seemed to treat him like a brother.
When he thought of this, he could taste the bitterness on his tongue.
Looking at Elias and Emma, who were already asleep in their child seats, he closed his eyes and put his arm over them, blocking out all the light in front of him. It was then that his heart felt like sinking into the darkness.
âDonât see me as a brother. See me as a man, can you?â
She frowned.
Jusst as she was about to say something, he interrupted her as if he knew what she was going to say.
âAlright. Donât say it. I know you are going to reject me againâ¦â
After a pause, he said with a playful tone, âI have no intention of confessing my love to you either, so itâs very unreasonable for you to reject me.â
As long he was fast enough, she wouldnât be able to reject him.
His childish remark amused Stella a little.
After a while, she looked him in the eyes very seriously. Iâm really sorry. Itâs really impossible between the two of us. As you know, Iâve always seen you as my brother. I really⦠You canât force this kind of thing.â
He was still covering his eyes with his arm.
Therefore, Stella did not notice the fluttering of his eyelashes and the redness of the corners of his eyes under his arm.
After a while, he adjusted his tone and said with amusement. âIt is very difficult to separate love and kinship. After a long time, love can also become kinship.
So, why canât kinship turn into love?â
âThere are so many friendships in this world that turn into love,â he said gruffly. âAs long as there is no blood relation, I believe everything is possible. Besidesâ¦â