CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 64: HER NAME IS STELLA, AND SHE MADE HIM LOSE SLEEP AGAIN

"Ah, there’s a dog, get it away, quick, get it away." She shut her eyes in fright, almost turning into a meme.

So, she’s afraid of dogs.

Aiden Fordham chuckled softly, gently patting her back, comforting her, "Don’t be scared, it won’t bite, it’s already been taken away. Be good, open your eyes and see."

Stella Grant opened her eyes, the little dog was gone, and she awkwardly jumped off Aiden Fordham.

Aiden Fordham comforted her and then got up to walk to the dining table, soon returning with two plates.

The plates had a few pieces of roasted chicken and beef, some lamb chops, looking very tender, a colorful vegetable salad, and some delicious-looking mousse cakes and chocolate.

Stella Grant looked at the cake, her eyes moved, wanting to eat it but hesitating.

Aiden Fordham caught her expression and explained with a smile, "Go ahead and eat, the kitchen paid special attention to it, all the food in the manor doesn’t contain any milk ingredients."

Her eyes lit up, happily picking up a small fork, she scooped a small piece of cake and put it into her mouth.

It melted as soon as it entered her mouth, sweet but not cloying.

"Mmm, delicious!"

She squinted her eyes contentedly, savoring it with relish.

Aiden Fordham watched her cheeks puff up like a cute little hamster, which also whetted his appetite.

She was eating so delightfully.

A bit of white mousse accidentally got on the corner of her mouth, and Aiden Fordham naturally lifted his hand to gently wipe it off with his fingertip.

He looked at her lips, which appeared even more moist and full from the cake, and his Adam’s apple involuntarily moved.

Really wanted to... taste that sweet flavor himself.

Stella Grant was stunned for a moment, quickly grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth.

"Oh! The young master and mistress are here!"

A flamboyant figure floated over.

Keegan Lindsey was wearing a garish floral shirt, a mismatched straw hat on his head, and holding a transparent wine jug, he approached with a grin.

"Madam, I’ve already delivered what you requested to your room."

Stella Grant nodded, "Mm, thank you."

Keegan Lindsey shook the wine jug in his hand, showing off like a treasure, "Madam, this is the manor’s treasured wine, it tastes great, and has a very low alcohol level, want to try it? I specifically asked the doctor, he said in your current condition, a little bit would promote blood circulation and have no effects!"

Aiden Fordham immediately gave a warning look, "Keegan Lindsey! Stop messing around!"

"Ah, boss, it’s really nothing, just a little, like fruit wine," Keegan Lindsey said cheekily.

Stella Grant was interested, smiling, "Sure, I’ll try it."

Keegan Lindsey quickly poured her a glass.

The wine was a beautiful pale pink with a faint fruity aroma.

She took a sip, and indeed, the alcohol level was very low, sweet, not at all bitter, really good to drink.

She asked for another glass!

At this moment, a little girl with pigtails and a flower crown on her head came skipping over.

She approached Stella Grant, looking up with a face full of admiration, holding a similarly beautiful flower crown in her hands.

"Hello, missus, I’m Cherie," the little girl said crisply, "Mommy says you’re the most beautiful princess in the whole manor, and she sent me to invite you to dance!"

"A princess?" Stella Grant was amused by the title.

The little girl nodded vigorously and said righteously, "Yes! Because I’m a little princess!"

Stella Grant leaned down with a smile, and the little girl earnestly placed the flower crown on her head.

She pointed to her ankle, helplessly saying, "Thank you, little princess, but sister’s foot is injured and can’t dance for now."

Cherie’s little face immediately fell, looking disappointed.

"You can dance."

A cool male voice rang out.

In the next second, Stella Grant felt her body lighten as Aiden Fordham picked her up again.

He carried her, walking with long strides toward the group dancing by the bonfire.

The music was joyful, people held hands, dancing simple steps around the bonfire.

Aiden Fordham, tall and upright, holding petite her joined in, not looking out of place at all.

He twirled her along with the music, his footsteps steady... his warm chest pressed against her back, strong arms wrapped around her.

The evening breeze blew, the bonfire crackled, surrounded by laughter and joy.

Stella Grant was a bit embarrassed at first, but soon she was infected by the lively atmosphere.

She couldn’t help but laugh, her eyes curved with happiness.

Not far away, Keegan Lindsey watched his boss holding his wife, their dance steps simple, but their movements were fluid and natural, his gaze tender enough to drip water.

Click click, boss’s love skills are almost self-taught, it’s different after enlightening.

The party lasted until about half-past ten before gradually dispersing.

Stella Grant drank quite a bit of the wine, her cheeks flushed with a lovely red.

Under the lively atmosphere, her eyes were bright and a bit dazed.

Her seemingly drunk appearance, like a newly bloomed lily after the rain, moist, fragrant and delicate.

Aiden Fordham bent down again, sliding his arms under her knees and back, lifting her horizontally.

She hummed softly, her small hand naturally hooking around his neck.

The night breeze passed by, carrying the slight coolness after the bonfire party.

She curled up slightly, like a kitten seeking warmth, nuzzling into his solid chest to find a more comfortable position.

Aiden Fordham did not stop, carrying her across the lawn towards the brightly lit main house.

The person in his arms suddenly began to mumble, her voice soft and delicate, tinged with the indistinctness of alcohol.

"Little brother..."

Aiden paused, looking down at her.

Her eyes were closed, her long lashes trembling gently.

"You were late for so long..."

"I waited for you... waited for... two years..."

Fragmented and intermittent, like pieces dredged up from the depths of distant memories.

"But... you forgot Stella..."

"How could you... forget Stella?"

By the end, her voice was thick with tears, crying softly as warm teardrops slid down the corners of her eyes, wetting his shirt.

"You forgot our promise..."

Aiden tightened his arms around her, emotions surging in his dark pupils.

Stella?

Was that her old name? It really matched the name of the restaurant!

And what was that promise?

An unfamiliar agitation and curiosity rose in his heart.

The person in his arms started to squirm again restlessly.

"Aiden... I... have a secret to tell you..."

His eyes brightened, lowering his head to probe, "What secret?"

Suddenly, without warning, she raised her little face, and soft, warm lips pressed against his chin, her teeth gently biting.

It didn’t hurt, carrying a hint of moisture and the scent of wine.

Aiden’s entire body tensed instantly, the defined line of his jaw growing even colder and harder.

His Adam’s apple involuntarily moved.

She was drunk.

He was certain.

When sober, she would never dare to be so recklessly bold.

Finally arriving at the bedroom in the main house, he gently placed her on the soft, large bed, where she seemed to quiet down a bit.

But that calm did not last long.

In her sleep, she remained restless.

Her brow furrowed slightly, her small hands moved unconsciously, kicking off the thin blanket covering her.

The thing that really startled him was when she began to pull at her clothes, the collar of her small jacket tugged askew.

Aiden immediately went forward, holding down her moving hands.

He noticed her injured arm still wrapped in bandage, his actions became gentler.

Afraid she would hurt herself again with random movements.

He patiently helped her remove the bothersome small jacket, leaving only the underclothes beneath.

After finishing all this, he didn’t dare to leave right away.

He lay down beside her, reaching out to gently hold her uninjured hand; her hand was small, soft, and warm.

As soon as he lay down, the person next to him seemed to find solace.

She turned over, one hand draped across his waist, a leg unceremoniously pressed over, almost entwined around him.

Warmth and softness in his embrace, carrying the sweet scent of alcohol and her unique fragrance.

Aiden’s body stiffened, not daring to move, he could clearly feel the temperature of her skin and the soft curves.

He kept his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, her drunken words repeatedly echoing in his mind.

Little brother... Stella... promise...

Something about it made him want to retrieve those blank memories; he felt they were important.

This woman always managed to stir his heartstrings!

Restlessness!

The night deepened.

The person in his arms breathed more evenly, seeming to fall asleep.

But her little movements still didn’t stop, unconsciously nestling in his arms, seeking the most comfortable position.

Each nuzzle felt like a feather teasing, igniting the suppressed flame in his body.

Aiden’s physical reactions grew stronger.

He blinked his eyes, ultimately unable to endure.

In the middle of the night, he got out of bed carefully, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the cold water tap.

Then left her bed, unable to sleep!

...