Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 108: Are You One of Mine?

Stella Grant thinks Silas Sutton is sick.

And very sick indeed.

One lifts their head while the other lowers theirs, the former’s eyes full of impatience, the latter’s eyes full of amusement.

After a few seconds, Stella smirks, "Silas, I’m really short on funds right now."

Upon hearing this, Silas raises an eyebrow, "What?"

Stella says, "If I had plenty of money, no matter what, I’d get you a VIP room in a mental hospital."

Silas laughs disdainfully, "So kind to me?"

Stella moves her red lips, wanting to curse a bit, but in the end, she chokes on her words and says nothing.

Forget it, after all, he’s the ’provider’.

As Stella turns to walk away, Silas follows closely behind.

Stella walks to the coffee table, picks up a bottle of mineral water, twists it open, takes two sips, then sits on the sofa, casually grabs a cushion and hugs it into her arms as she leans back.

Silas strides forward, not sitting beside her but instead sits on the coffee table opposite her, legs naturally spread, picks up the bottle of mineral water she drank from and takes a sip, looking down at her, "Feeling upset?"

Stella lifts her gaze, her eyes quite calm, "No."

Silas nods, doesn’t expose her, and continues, "There’s a rumor outside that my parents died in an accident when I was a kid, a plane crash, but that’s not true."

Stella’s eyelids flicker, perhaps today has been too overwhelming, she reflexively asks, "Then what was it?"

Seeing her interest in the topic, Silas relaxes slightly, puts down the bottle of mineral water, supports one hand on the coffee table, and uses the other to unbutton his shirt collar.

He undoes three buttons, revealing his Adam’s apple and collarbone, saying with some sarcasm, "My dad did die in a plane crash, but the person on the plane with him wasn’t my mom, it was the mistress he had been secretly seeing for five years."

Stella is stunned, "..."

Silas lowers his head slightly, meeting Stella’s eyes, "My mom didn’t die, but she ran away one night a week after my dad’s death while my brother and I were asleep."

Stella, "Ran?"

Silas sneers lightly, "Yes, ran, but according to her, she wasn’t running away, she was just pursuing her own happiness."

Stella presses her lips, "..."

As for the authenticity of what Silas said, Stella has no way of verifying.

But perhaps human nature is truly ’wicked’ sometimes, hearing Silas’s words actually miraculously eased Stella’s afternoon of frustration.

Human sorrow and joy are different.

Yet one’s tragic experience can heal another’s tragic experience.

For people, you living well may not necessarily make them happy, but you living poorly is sure to win their sympathy.

With Silas’s words, the living room falls into a brief silence.

After a while, Stella smirks, "Why are you telling me this?"

Under her gaze, Silas turns his head and lights a cigarette, blowing out smoke, his eyes dim and unclear, "Probably just expressing my feelings, wanting to warn myself to never marry someone I don’t love."

Stella looks at him silently.

Silas’s eyes lower as he chuckles softly, "Harm yourself and others."

Stella’s lips move, just about to respond, when Silas’s phone in his pocket suddenly rings.

Silas takes out his phone, glances at it, stands up and presses to answer, "President York."

Stella follows his gaze, watching his back, suddenly understanding why she believed his ’tragic stories’ when he said them before.

Because Silas’s sob story is half true, half false.

Whatever the person on the other end says, Stella can’t hear clearly.

All she hears is Silas’s deep voice with a smile saying, "Your sources are quite well-connected, well, there’s no time like the present, I’ll invite you to dinner tonight."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, before hanging up, Silas says, "If Claudia is available, have her come along too."

Hanging up the phone, Silas pinches what he’s holding between his fingertips, extinguishes it, stares out the window for a moment, then turns to Stella, "Go wash your face and tidy up, we’re having dinner with President York tonight."

Stella asks, "Hugh York?"

Silas gives a ’mm’ sound, takes two steps forward, walks to the sofa, props himself on the armrest, leaning lazily and teasingly, "Guess what President York just said to me?"

Watching the leisurely smile on Silas’s face, Stella feels a hint of bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next second Silas’s voice is deep, "He asked me if you are my woman."