Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 107: This Man... Is Deadly When He Gets Flirtatious!
Stella’s ears turned warm. This guy was just too much...
She quickly glanced at Rhys Lennox across from her and Evan Hughes, who was watching the show with great interest, and fiercely stepped on Shane Donovan’s foot under the table.
Shane didn’t even flinch; instead, he kept his arms around her and picked up his untouched whiskey, bringing it to her lips. "To calm your nerves."
The gesture was naturally intimate.
Stella couldn’t resist him, took a small sip from his hand, and frowned as the spicy liquid rolled down her throat.
Shane’s eyes flashed with a hint of an extremely faint smile and he drank the remaining whiskey in one gulp from the same spot.
Rhys witnessed the entire scene and felt a sudden ache in his teeth. The absurdity of the situation somewhat dispelled his earlier discomfort — was this really his brother, the one who always seemed ice-cold, sending women scurrying away within three meters?
Maybe he was possessed or something!
Evan Hughes, even more exaggerated, covered his eyes. "I can’t watch this! Shane Donovan, that’s enough, we’re still here, you know!"
Shane didn’t even spare him a glance, only focused on Stella. "Want more?"
Stella quickly shook her head.
"Then let’s go home?" he asked again.
Of course, Stella didn’t want to stay longer and nodded immediately.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you home." Shane stood up, picked up Stella’s purse, then glanced at Rhys. "Report to Innovatech tomorrow morning, don’t be late."
Upon hearing this, Rhys’s face fell, and he tousled his hair irritably. "I know!"
Watching Shane leave the private room with Stella, Rhys in frustration poured himself another glass of wine.
Evan Hughes swaggered over, draped his arm around Rhys’s shoulder, buddy style. "Cheer up, Golden Lion King. Tell me, is it tough living abroad? What made you think of coming back?"
Rhys irritably pushed him away. "None of your damn business! Get lost!"
...
On the way back to the villa, the car was very quiet.
Stella leaned back in her seat, watching the lights rapidly retreating past the window. She couldn’t help but remember Rhys’s striking blond hair and defiant gaze, and burst out laughing.
"What’s so funny?" Shane, steering with one hand, looked especially profound in the alternating light and shadow.
"Your brother," Stella turned her head, her eyes sparkling. "Like a little firecracker, igniting at the slightest spark. But... he’s kind of amusing."
Shane raised an eyebrow. "Amusing?"
Stella didn’t notice the subtle danger in his tone and nodded to herself. "Yeah, pretty entertaining."
As soon as the words left her mouth, the car suddenly decelerated and pulled over.
Caught off guard, Stella lurched forward but was pulled back by her seat belt. She looked at the man in the driver’s seat with a mixture of shock and anger. "What are you doing?"
Shane undid his seat belt, leaned over with his arm resting on her seatback, trapping her in the small space, his eyes locking onto hers deeply. "Am I not entertaining?"
Their proximity was overwhelming, his clean woodsy scent mixed with a faint hint of whiskey dominated her senses.
Stella’s heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, she shrank back. "That’s not what I meant..."
"Then what did you mean?" he pressed closer, his nose almost touching hers, his warm breath brushing her lips, "Hmm?"
The trailing note was magnetic, seductive.
Stella’s cheeks burned as he gazed at her with such intensity that her limbs grew soft. "I said he was entertaining, I never said you weren’t..."
"But it’s not okay..." Shane’s eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to bite her lip softly, punishingly, "No complimenting other men!"
"Mm..." Stella only felt a numbing tingle on her lips, both embarrassed and annoyed. "Shane Donovan, you’re just like a dog!"
"Hmm, a dog that only bites you." He admitted openly and then lightly licked the spot where he had bitten, as if to soothe, adding another layer of ambiguity.
Stella shuddered all over as the blood rushed to her head.
This man...
Could be lethal when he turned mushy!
"Get off!" She pushed against his chest forcefully but was met with immovable firmness.
Shane chuckled softly, finally retreating slightly, but his arm still encircled her, his fingers absentmindedly twirling the strands of her hair resting on her shoulder.
"In the future, stay away from that kid." His tone returned to its usual calmness, tinged with a slight raspiness.
"Why? Isn’t he your brother?"
"Exactly because he’s my brother." Shane’s eyes deepened further. "That kid is used to acting recklessly, lacks boundaries."
He paused, his gaze falling on her slightly swollen lips, voice lowered, "I don’t like anyone messing with what’s mine, not even a look."
Not even a brother.
Stella’s heart felt as though it was gently tickled by a feather, both itchy and tingling.
This possessiveness...
She pursed her lips, teasing him on purpose. "Who said I’m yours? I’m my own person!"
Shane observed her slightly upturned chin and her eyes bright with an alluring defiance, like a proud yet enticing kitten.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he bent down again, this time kissing her deeply and forcefully, leaving no room for refusal, until she was limp from lack of oxygen. Only then did he rest his forehead against hers, his breath slightly uneven.
"Stubborn," he rasped, "but I’ll soften you eventually."
...
The next day, almost close to noon, in the office of the legal department at Innovatech Bio, Elias Peyton glanced at his watch. It was almost eleven o’clock.
That troublesome guy...
Just as he thought about it, the office door was pushed open with a loud bang from the outside, the noise almost making Elias drop his pen.
He looked up and almost fainted.
Rhys Lennox sauntered in, wearing outrageously inappropriate ripped jeans and studded leather jacket, topped with a glowing mane of blonde hair.
"Morning, Counselor Peyton." Rhys yawned, his eyes still carrying a hint of sleepy moisture. He slumped down in the guest chair opposite Elias’s desk, stretching his long legs. They nearly kicked the filing cabinet beside him.
Elias’s mouth twitched, forcing a professional smile. "Morning, Young Master Lockwood. President Donovan instructed me to arrange a suitable department for you to gain experience. So, let’s see..."
He pulled out a prepared internal structure chart and introductions to several core departments, sliding them over to Rhys.
"This is the Investment Development Department, mainly responsible for..."
"Not interested," Rhys didn’t even look up, scrolling through his phone with rapid fingers. "Numbers give me a headache."
Elias took a deep breath. "Then... the R&D Center? You have a medical background, it would be perfect..."
"Labs are stuffy and suffocating, not going." Rhys’s eyes stayed glued to his phone screen, engrossed in some game, the sound effects crackling.
Elias’s temple throbbed. "Marketing Department? It allows you to meet different people, more dynamic..."
"Fake smiling and socializing with people? Boring." Rhys slumped further into his chair.
Elias: "..."
He felt like he was about to have a heart attack.
"Administration? Public Relations? IT Department..." Elias almost gritted through his list of departments.
"Tedious."
"Trivial."
"I’m not coding."
With each rejection from Rhys, the color in Elias’s face drained a little more.
Was this guy here to work?
Or to wreck the place?
