Chapter 37

Stella has big, almond–shaped eyes with long outer corners. When she was sober, her clear eyes brightened up whenever she smiled. However, when she was drunk, her eyes were clouded with intoxication, and she looked exceptionally alluring.

Inadvertently, carelessly alluring.

Keegan gulped as he lowered his gaze to look at her. “That depends on where you want to sleep tonight.” His voice was deep and intimidating.

Stella tilted her head and thought for a while. She then smiled and said, “Let’s go to your place.”

Keegan raised his eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

Stella felt too dizzy to focus on Keegan’s blurry figure. She frowned, shook her head, and held his face with her hands. “I gave you three thousand and five hundred dollars. If we went to a hotel room, that would cost me too much. Let’s go to your house to save up some money. I might have to go through divorce proceedings.”

Keegan could feel the veins popping out of his head.

‘Am I supposed to compliment her on her thriftiness?‘

Keegan looked stern. “My place? Aren’t you worried about your husband finding out about this?” His voice was somber.

Stella shook her head. “I don’t have a husband. I’m a widow.”

Keegan gritted his teeth. “Would a widow need to file a divorce?”

Stella frowned. Apparently, she was puzzled by her own unsound statements. Keegan’s interrogation just made her more confused.

“You’re so annoying! You ask way too many questions! I don’t want you to be my boyfriend anymore.

Give me back my money!”

As she said that, her hands fumbled across Keegan’s body.

Keegan restrained both of her hands and buckled her seatbelt. “Too late,” he replied blankly.

He started the car and drove away.

“Let me out of the car!” Stella protested quietly.

Although she was drunk, she did not risk doing anything dangerous such as reaching to grab the steering wheel. She just stared on like an abandoned stray cat.

She might hiss, but she was too afraid to claw.

Keegan ignored her.

“Are you trying to kidnap me?”

The woman beside him was starting to imagine things. “I’m really broke. Please let me go…”

Keegan gave the drunk girl a side–eye. “You don’t look broke when you generously offered me three thousand and five hundred dollars to be your boyfriend,” he stated flatly.

“I was faking it,” Stella pleaded pitifully. “I’m really broke.”

“Oh.” Keegan went quiet for a while. Just as Stella thought she had successfully persuaded him, Keegan spoke again. “I don’t believe you.”

Stella’s expression fell. “How much ransom do you want, then?”

“How much do you think you’re worth?” Keegan looked straight ahead.

Stella furrowed her eyebrows in distress. After a while, she replied, “Judging by my looks, I would say at least a hundred million dollars.

Keegan held back his smile.

‘How did I not know that she was this shameless?‘

“I don’t have a hundred million dollars, though. Why don’t you ask my husband for it?”

Keegan snorted. ‘So, you think of me now?‘

His newly regained sense of presence as a husband did not last long, as his wife continued to conspire against him. “You should call him and ask for two hundred million dollars as ransom. Then, you can threaten to kill me if you don’t get the money. Once you get it, we can split the money in half.”

Keegan immediately got mad.

“What makes you so confident that he would pay the ransom?” he mocked.