Chapter 247

Chapter 247:

RK was dressed impeccably in his suit. As he stood at the bathroom door, his expression remained cool and indifferent, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Meanwhile, Stella—

“Y-you! RK!”

Stella was so startled that she instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands. But there was no way to hide while she was submerged in the bathtub, her right foot hanging awkwardly outside due to her injury.

The situation couldn’t have been more uncomfortable or embarrassing.

“What are you doing here?”

Dmn it!* What was this man even doing? Didn’t he know she was in the middle of a shower?

Stella crossed her arms over her chest in a desperate attempt to shield herself from his gaze. Despite living under the same roof, nothing intimate had ever happened between them. RK barely came home—once a month, sometimes not even that often.

She hadn’t expected him to show up last night, and now he was back again? And for what? Was he not busy with work?

His presence felt suffocating. Stella wanted to hide but couldn’t. Her injured foot made any movement difficult. To make matters worse, RK was just standing there, showing no intention of leaving.

“RK! What are you doing here? Get out!” she demanded angrily, her eyes blazing with fury.

But the president didn’t even flinch. It was as though her words had no effect on him at all.

“You’re the one who told me to come in,” RK replied calmly, his voice smooth and controlled, like still water in a calm lake.

Stella’s frustration only grew.

Discover fresh chapters gαlnσνeℓs.com Sure, she had said “come in,” but that was because she thought it was the servant knocking—not him! Who would have expected the president to barge into the bathroom like this?

“I thought you were the maid! You knocked and didn’t say a word! How was I supposed to know it was you?” she snapped.

Stella’s annoyance deepened. There were plenty of women in the house, and she certainly hadn’t expected RK to show up! And even if it was her mistake, shouldn’t he have had the decency to turn around and leave?

Yet here he was, still standing there, and worse—still staring at her!

“Anyway, get out! Now! You’re not allowed to be here!” she shouted, glaring at him.

“This is my house,” RK replied, his voice steady.

Stella was speechless for a moment. That one simple statement was enough to make her want to scream. Sure, it’s your house, she thought, but that doesn’t give you the right to walk in while someone’s bathing!

“Even if it’s your house, you can’t just—just get out!” she yelled, her voice growing more frantic.

“We are husband and wife. Even if I touch you, it’s legal.”

RK raised an eyebrow, his face emotionless, but his words were provocative.

Stella’s eyes widened in disbelief. His calm tone and those words—was he mocking her? Teasing her like a predator playing with its prey?

She was furious. Without thinking, she grabbed the nearest thing—her bar of soap—and threw it at him.

“RK! Get out of here! You’re not allowed in here!” she shouted again, her voice echoing off the tiled walls.

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