Felicia said irritably, “You’re pulling on my clothes. Of course, I’m angry.'”
Stephan shook his head. “It’s not that kind of anger.”
“What kind of anger is it then?”
“You’re angry because of that actress just now.”
She was left speechless momentarily, unable to believe he would say something like that. It sounded ambiguous.
After a long pause, she finally asked, “Aren’t you uninterested in women?”
“Yes.”
Stephan seemed to think briefly, his side profile sharp and defined. From Felicia’s angle, she could see his dark, slightly arched eyebrows and eyes, hidden beneath his lashes.
His skin was smooth, his nose high, and his lips incredibly attractive. When they were slightly curled upward, the smile made her heart race.
She was mesmerized, but he turned his head, and his deep, dark eyes met hers. The moonlight outside the window cast shadows, dimming everything around them, and yet he stood there, like a deity descending from the clouds, irresistibly commanding all her attention. “But if it’s you, I wouldn’t mind.”
Felicia was taken aback.
She thought she had misheard. He… He just said what?
The atmosphere froze momentarily, and she finally regained her composure, realizing why he would say something that sounded almost like a confession.
Ultimately, it was all about a sense of responsibility-because of that night a couple of months ago when they ended up together by chance.
She cleared her throat. “Are you trying to take responsibility? Or do you just not dislike me, so you’re a little interested?”
Stephan took a step closer, his cold.
breath brushing against her, his tone hinting at playful, teasing intimacy. “I’m not sure, but if you want to
know, we could do it again.”
Felicia nearly choked on his words!
Her question was blunt; his answer was even blunter!
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to take responsibility for that night or if he was just interested in her so they could repeat it and figure it out. She practically fled the scene. She couldn’t deal with this.
As she rushed out of the villa, his voice came again from behind. She looked back and saw him holding Cloud, looking elegant with a hint of arrogance, saying, “I accept your dowry.”
Felicia was speechless.
She hastily left the villa gates, and
just as
be
up bee stepped out, a car pulled
her. It was Stephan’s
private car, recognizable by its distinctive license plate.
But he wasn’t in the car.
The driver opened the back door and respectfully said, “Ms. Fuller, please get in. Mr. Russell asked me to take you back.”
Getting a taxi from the Russell estate wasn’t easy, so Felicia didn’t make things difficult for herself. She nodded slightly and got into the car. “Thank you.” The luxury car sped smoothly away, its taillights disappearing into the distance.
Stephan stood by the large window on the second floor, watching the car leave. After a moment, he seemed to remember something and called Mike. Mike, who had been playing with his daughter, was surprised to receive Stephan’s call. As usual, he teased him. “Mr. Russell, long time no see.” Stephan said only one thing-“Keep an eye on your nephew; make sure he stays away from Felicia.”
Mike was stunned for a moment, his mind struggling to catch up. The call had ended, and the brief conversation confirmed it wasn’t a misunderstanding. He blinked and then burst into laughter.