Chapter 231
Love After Divorce by BELLA
Chapter 231:
Now that Steven had her mobile phone number, Stella could guess that Kelly had given it to him. Besides, she didnât have much to do with him. Stella replied awkwardly, âYes.â
Steven breathed a sigh of relief and said, âThat day you left without saying anything. I thought you had encountered some bad guys!â
Stella was speechless.
Steven continued, âAre you alright? The man who took you away, that should be Mr. Kingston, right?â
The Tyler family was also aristocratic, and the moment RK appeared, Steven had recognized who he was. In particular, the Tyler family had business relationships with RK, so they were well aware of who he was.
Stella didnât know how to answer that question.
Last time, when RK took her back to the karaoke, she had faced the same question and was chased by a group of people who kept asking about the man. However, at that time, Stella had lied and said that her father had asked RK to take her home. She had already used that excuse. This time...
Just by reading the messages, it seemed like no one believed her at all! Whatâs more, it reminded everyone of what had previously happened.
Stella replied awkwardly, âHeâs just a friend of my father. Nothing happened!â
At this moment, she could only continue to lie.
Steven only replied, âOh...â She didnât know if he believed her or not.
Then, the two of them fell into an awkward silence again.
Stella didnât know how to explain her relationship with RK to Steven, nor did she know if Kelly had told him anything.
Read the newest chapters gⱯlnÏνí®âs.cøm She asked indirectly, âSteven, did Kelly tell you anything about me after I left that day?â
Steven said honestly, âShe told me not to worry about you. She even said that you and Mr. Kingston are just friends. Is that true?â
It seemed... fortunately, that girl hadnât betrayed her! Kelly hadnât told anyone about what had happened between her and RK.
What a loyal friend!
Stella naturally agreed, âYes, we are just friends.â
âThen where are you now? Do you want me to come and see you?â
Steven suggested, âAfter you left, I looked in a lot of places! I even went to your house to find you, but your father said you donât live with the Richard family anymore. Is that true? Stella, where do you live now?â
Stella was speechless.
What was going on? Could it be that Kelly had given Steven the Richard family address?
Stella asked curiously, âHow did you know my address?â
âOh... this!â
Steven said awkwardly, âStella, Iâm sorry... I didnât do it on purpose. I didnât know where you went that day, and you didnât reply to my messages. When I called, your phone was turned off as well. So I asked my friend to find your address.â
Steven didnât continue to explain his reasoning but kept apologizing over the phone.
âStella, Iâm really sorry. I apologize. Please donât be mad, okay? I didnât mean to ask someone to investigate your address. I was just worried about you.â
Stella was speechless.
She felt a little nervous when she heard that Steven had gone to the Richard family home. Everyone in the Richard family knew that she had married RK! Whatâs more, it was all arranged by David himself, so they all knew about it.
If anyone from the Richard family had told him that she was married to RK, what would she do in the future?
âHowever, after I went to the Richard family home to look for you, the housekeeper said that you hadnât been there for a long time. I asked where you lived, but they werenât willing to tell me.â
Steven added, âI also asked Kelly, but she didnât tell me either.â
Stella believed in Kellyâs character.
Even though Kelly hoped Stella and Steven could be together, she still respected Stellaâs boundaries. She wouldnât push her too far or force her into anything.
Stella continued to lie, âI live alone outside. My home is too far from college, so I moved out...â
Stella didnât want to reveal too much about her personal life, and she certainly didnât want to mention it to others.
Steven replied, âStella, itâs not easy living alone. You have to be careful! Whatâs your home address now?â
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