Stella jumped in shock as a chill ran down her spine.
Quickly, she pushed the young boy away and lowered her voice.
âIâm outside with friends...â she explained.
Weston furrowed his eyebrow and asked with an icy voice,â Yvonne?â
Among her friends, no one else was as outrageous as Yvonne.
Stellaâs silence seemed to answer his question. Finally, after a short moment, she said softly, âShe drank a little, so I donât think she can drive. Can you come pick me up?â
She knew Weston would be mad, but at such times, all she could do was show her compliance and ask him to come over for her. In a way, her subservience was a silent admission of her trespasses.
Westonâs reaction went according to her expectation. He was indeed angry and was quiet for a good while.
After thinking about it, he warned, âKeep that ignorant man away from you.â Instead of rushing to lecture her, he left her a short and stern statement. âStay right there. Iâm coming right now.â
Stella feared he would misunderstand, so she hurriedly clarified. âDrive carefully, and please donât rush.
These are proper staff, and they donât provide any special services. Donât misunderstand As soon as she said that, she thought she heard Weston let out a chuckle through gritted teeth. âSpecial services? So, Stella, you do know what special services are. How great.â
Stellaâs heart jolted in shock. Before she could explain, the dense man next to her approached her again.
âSis, Iâm sorry. Did I say something wrong just now? Iâm so sorry...â
The mess gave Stella a headache. Impatiently, she shifted herself away from him. Thankfully, the young man next to her finally got the message and stopped coming over.
On the other end of the phone, Westonâs temples were pounding in rage.
âDonât let him touch you. Iâll be right here,â he warned in a deep voice.
Stella shuddered. She wanted to explain more, but Weston had hung up, leaving only the incessant beep of the dial tone.
She breathed out a sigh. Suddenly, she felt that she had probably gotten herself in deep trouble.
She should not have compromised. From the call earlier, she could already hear Westonâs chilling aura over the phone.
It wasnât going to be an easy night for her. As the thought ran through her mind, she stepped even further from the young man beside her.
âWe donât know each other, do we,â Stella suddenly blurted.
The handsome young man was a little disappointed when he heard that. âDo you not like me?â
âWeâve just met, so thereâs nothing to like or dislike.â
Her eyes then landed on Yvonne, who was having a great time not far away. Seeing Yvonneâs complete ignorance of the situation, she let out a long sigh.
Here you are having a blast, but Iâm going end up miserable tonight, Stella thought.
The young man, noticing her silence, did not dare to move. He could only look at her with a wary gaze.
Stella shot him a few sharp glances. The young man looked about Rogerâs age and was probably a college student. He carried a boyish vibe and gave off a completely different aura from Westonâs maturity and manliness. He was probably still a young kid.
Stella stared at him and suddenly thought about Roger. Roger still hadnât replied to her message.
She sighed again and asked him, âHow old are you? Are you even an adult? Why are you working at such a place?â
The young boy wasnât expecting Stella to suddenly turn serious.
He replied chirpily, âIâm an adult. I just turned eighteen yesterday. Iâm out of school. My parents are always away from home, and they donât care about me,â
Something faintly flickered in his gaze when he spoke, leaving Stella wondering if he was acting or being honest.
âI see...â Stella paused for a moment and felt uncomfortable.
She did not share his experience, but she knew how difficult it was for children growing up without parents. She had, after all, experienced the death of her own parentsâshe knew all too well how terrifying it was without them.