CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40: PLAYING WILD

What are you afraid of?

Stella Grant didn’t understand.

Stella Grant was tense all over, and as she looked up to meet Silas Sutton’s gaze, she felt the heat emanating from her forehead, and couldn’t help but frown, "Silas Sutton."

Silas Sutton didn’t say anything, but his grip on the back of her neck tightened, and finally, he gritted his teeth, propped himself up, and kissed her directly on the lips.

Stella Grant was stunned and froze. By the time she reacted, Silas Sutton had already breached her tightly pressed lips.

Sometimes, there are things that just can’t be explained.

For example, right now, Stella Grant felt like Silas Sutton was in a dream.

But she couldn’t understand why she would be in his dream.

As the kiss ended, the medicine in Stella Grant’s hand was spilled completely.

Resting his forehead against hers, Silas Sutton chuckled softly, a hint of bitterness in his smile, "That night, I tried to avoid it, but you had to provoke me."

Stella Grant knew what night Silas Sutton was talking about and slightly pursed her lips in silence.

She was in the wrong.

Silas Sutton added, "Ungrateful wolf, all those years taking care of you for nothing."

Stella Grant still didn’t make a sound, thinking that Silas Sutton was probably feverish and confused.

After saying these two sentences, Silas Sutton seemed to have exhausted all his strength, letting go of Stella Grant and falling back onto the large bed.

Stella Grant watched him for a few moments, then frowned and got up to go downstairs to get more water and medicine.

This time, more cautious, Stella Grant didn’t go near Silas Sutton again. Instead, she took a straw from a milk carton in the fridge and placed it in the cup.

Perhaps it was a survival instinct, but when the straw approached Silas Sutton’s lips, he opened his mouth and bit down on it.

Watching him drink most of the medicine, Stella Grant took back the cup and placed it on the bedside table.

Stella Grant watched Silas Sutton for a while before getting up, partly to ensure he didn’t suddenly go crazy and partly out of concern that if he truly was feverish, something serious might happen.

Once she confirmed that Silas Sutton wouldn’t go crazy and nothing serious would happen, Stella Grant got up to leave the room, texting Forrest Keller as she walked out.

[Assistant Keller, President Sutton has taken the medicine. I’m heading back.]

Forrest Keller replied in seconds this time: Manager Grant, could you possibly help take care of President Sutton for the night?

Reading Forrest Keller’s message, Stella Grant paused mid-step.

The second message from Forrest Keller arrived quickly: Manager Grant, I’m really sorry to trouble you. I’m caught up with something and can’t leave, and President Sutton doesn’t like to be cared for by the household staff.

Not used to household care, but fine with an outsider’s care?

Perhaps seeing that Stella Grant hadn’t replied for a while and fearing she’d refuse, Forrest Keller’s third message cornered her: Manager Grant, thank you. Rest early, goodnight.

Stella Grant’s expression was complex, her mood even more so.

Silas Sutton’s villa was large, but Stella Grant didn’t dare simply enter any guest room to rest, so she ended up sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

Maybe it was due to the change of location, but after lying down, Stella Grant tossed and turned, unable to sleep, eventually fishing out her phone to text Sue Woods: What are you doing?

At three in the morning, Sue Woods replied instantly: Playing detective.

Stella Grant: ??

Sue Woods: Paparazzi.

Having tossed and turned all night, Stella Grant’s mind wasn’t very clear at this point: ??

Sue Woods: Being a paparazzo, helping a colleague keep an eye on her boyfriend.

Stella Grant: In the middle of the night? How thrilling?

Sue Woods: Don’t get me started, it’s crazy. We were both having dinner at a restaurant tonight, then she saw a guy feeding a girl and gently wiping her mouth. She said, ’If only that were my boyfriend,’ and guess what?

Stella Grant, unable to sleep anyway, followed her story: What happened?

Sue Woods: When we got closer, it really was her boyfriend!!

Stella Grant: ...

Is that joy, or is that unbearable?

Seeing the ellipsis that Stella Grant responded with, Sue Woods asked: Don’t you usually have an accurate biological clock? Why can’t you sleep tonight? Heartbroken by Flynn Shepherd? Or haunted by Silas Sutton, that vixen?

The mention of Silas Sutton sent a chill down Stella Grant’s spine.

After a few seconds, Stella Grant replied to Sue Woods: I’m lying on the sofa in Silas Sutton’s living room right now.

This message was meant as an opening line for Stella Grant to complain about her night’s experiences to Sue Woods.

But Sue Woods’ unique thinking process turned it differently: The living room sofa?? You guys play that wild??