Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 174: Possessiveness

When Silas Sutton spoke harsh words, there wasn’t a trace of malice.

On the contrary, it was slow and lazy.

Those unaware might think he was just casually chatting.

Elliot Adler looked up at him, shuddering uncontrollably, stuttering, "Who, who are you? Don’t, don’t cause trouble, there are so many people watching..."

Silas Sutton blew smoke in his face, "Relax, with so many people watching, I certainly won’t do anything rash now."

But when there aren’t so many people watching, who knows.

The warning in Silas Sutton’s words was evident, and Elliot Adler coughed violently from the smoke.

A few minutes later, Silas Sutton got up and sat next to Stella Grant, while Elliot Adler, supported by Lily Harrison, stood trembling in the corner, wanting to leave but momentarily afraid to move.

Afraid that if they move, it would attract Stella Grant’s attention, and she’d lash out again.

The crowd, seeing the confrontation over, dispersed in all directions.

Silas Sutton’s long legs naturally relaxed, his body leaning back, and after a while, he reached out to hold Stella Grant’s hand.

Stella Grant was staring blankly, and suddenly tightening at Silas Sutton’s grasp.

Silas Sutton gently squeezed her fingertips, as if to comfort, and said calmly yet firmly, "Don’t worry, Auntie will be fine."

Stella Grant’s heart tightened suddenly, "Okay."

Silas Sutton said, "Stella, see how lucky you are to have a mom."

But he, he doesn’t even have a mom.

Only living on hatred.

The light in the operating room went off two hours later, Justin Harrison walked out, while removing his mask, looked towards Stella Grant.

Upon meeting his gaze, Stella Grant quickly stood up.

Justin Harrison knew what she wanted to ask, and before she could, he answered, "She’s fine, she’s out of danger for now."

Hearing Justin Harrison’s words, Stella Grant’s heart finally settled, "Thank you, Dr. Harrison."

Justin Harrison nodded at her, glanced at Silas Sutton behind her, paused but didn’t speak, then turned and left with large strides.

Lynn Adler was out of the emergency room, but she hadn’t returned to the normal ward; instead, she was transferred to the ICU.

Looking at the still unconscious and pale Lynn Adler, Stella Grant sat by the bed, pressing her lips tightly.

To be honest, she didn’t feel like crying at this moment.

Just a deep sense of powerlessness.

At eight in the evening, Lynn Adler still hadn’t woken up, so Stella Grant went to find Justin Harrison.

Justin Harrison happened to be on the night shift, followed her to the ward, checked on Lynn Adler’s condition, then removed his stethoscope, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and said, "It’s okay, she’s older, using more energy, sleeping more is normal."

Stella Grant, "That’s good, thank you."

Justin Harrison, "No need to thank me, if you need anything, just come to me anytime."

Stella Grant nodded, seeing Justin Harrison out of the ward.

At the doorway, Justin Harrison stopped and looked at Stella Grant, asking, "What’s the relationship between you and the man in the ward?"

Stella Grant was slightly stunned upon hearing this, not expecting him to ask.

Justin Harrison also seemed surprised as soon as he asked, then smiled and said, "Don’t misunderstand, just asking casually, I met him once before, then realized he seemed familiar."

Stella Grant smiled faintly, "I..."

Stella Grant had just said ’I’, when Silas Sutton’s deep and magnetic voice came from behind, "Friend."

When the words were spoken, both Stella Grant and Justin Harrison turned to look at him.

Calling someone a ’friend’ between the same gender means nothing, but between different genders, it carries another meaning.

One step back is a stranger, one step forward is the closest person.

Justin Harrison noticed the hostility in Silas Sutton’s eyes, smiled first, and said, "I feel like we’ve met somewhere before."

Silas Sutton responded looking gentlemanly but coldly, "No, you’ve got the wrong person."

Silas Sutton didn’t give Justin Harrison any face.

Justin Harrison gave an awkward smile, didn’t continue on the topic, found an excuse and left.

After Justin Harrison left, Silas Sutton placed his hand at her waist, without any suggestive massage, just pulling her inch by inch closer, "Stella, look how good I am, for your reputation, I only tell others we are friends."

Stella Grant turned to look at him, looking into his eyes like deep pools, her red lips moved, "No friend holds another friend’s waist like this."

Silas Sutton chuckled, leaned in and whispered in Stella Grant’s ear, "And no friend cries ’it hurts’ and ’stop’ in a friend’s bed."