Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 177: We Confess to Each Other

For a man, you can question his potential for the rest of his life, but you absolutely cannot question his abilities below the belt.

If you dare to question, he’ll dare to prove it to you in person.

As Silas Sutton’s fingers slid downward, Stella Grant’s body visibly shuddered.

Silas laughed softly by her ear, his hot breath falling on her ear, "Stella, what do I do, I want to see you cry under me."

Stella gritted her teeth, "That depends on whether you have the skill."

Silas smirked, "Hmm, let’s see."

As it turned out, Silas indeed had the skill.

Stella pressed against the wall, sweaty twice, while Silas stood behind her in a suit, unfazed.

When her legs began to tremble and she couldn’t stand it, Silas supported her waist with his big hands, chuckling softly, "Legs weak?"

Stella stubbornly said, "No."

Silas teased, "Then let’s continue."

The last time was in the bathroom, face-to-face, Stella cried with reddened eyes.

It wasn’t a loud cry, more like wanting to cry but holding back.

Silas leaned down to kiss her eyes, his voice hoarse, "I know you’ve been wronged."

Silas meant it both about this intimate moment and the events earlier today.

Stella’s fingertips clenched onto his well-defined arm muscles, so hard that they turned slightly white at the tips.

When Silas carried her out of the bathroom, Stella saw that she had scratched a layer of skin off his arm.

Silas glanced at her line of sight without much care and kissed her. As she comfortably snuggled into his embrace, he pressed his forehead to hers and said, "Stella, why don’t you try relying on me?"

Stella raised her eyelids to look at him, their eyes meeting, and took a deep breath. She didn’t avoid it and answered directly, "I don’t want to have unwarranted hopes for anyone."

No hope means no disappointment, and certainly not despair.

People who have never seen a sunny day can accept cloudy ones.

People who have never seen light can also accept darkness.

But once you’ve experienced something beautiful, you can no longer endure the previous darkness and difficulties.

It’s easy to go from simple to extravagant, but hard to go from extravagant to simple.

These beautiful things are a luxury for people.

After Stella finished speaking, Silas’s Adam’s apple moved, "Am I that untrustworthy to you?"

Stella, "My mom was with my dad for most of her life; she gave him all her love and youth, and what was the result?"

Hearing Stella’s words, Silas furrowed his brows slightly.

Stella sighed softly and continued, "My mom is such a timid person. She could have filed for divorce in the years after my dad disappeared, as long as she took care of her half of the debt.

But she held on to that marriage, even if it meant debt collectors came knocking, facing humiliation, enduring having paint thrown on our house, all to hold on, and what was the result?"

The result was Kenneth Grant absconded with the money and started a new family behind her back.

She lived here in fear and anxiety, but he was living harmoniously with someone else over there.

Faced with Stella’s words, Silas’s jaw tensed, unable to refute.

Vows can sometimes be so powerless.

He said he wouldn’t be another Kenneth Grant, he said he’d love her well.

But what was the use of saying it?

Vows?

If vows were useful, the streets would be littered with bodies.

That night, when they went to sleep, Stella was nestled entirely in Silas’s arms.

Silas held her from behind, peppering kisses on the back of her neck, "Goodnight."

Stella’s fingers on the pillow trembled slightly, clenching, "Goodnight."

The next day.

Stella got up early, ignoring Silas who was still asleep, simply washed her face, and went downstairs to catch a cab to the complex where Zeke Adler lived.

Taking the elevator upstairs, Stella raised her hand to knock on the door, and in the next second, Lily Harrison’s cheerful voice came from inside, "Coming."

Lily hadn’t expected Stella to be at the door. When she opened it and saw who was outside, she looked as if she had seen a ghost, eyes wide, instinctively trying to close the door.

Seeing this, Stella used her hand to brace the door and wedged a leg in as well.

Seeing the door couldn’t be closed, and not daring to use real force, Lily said angrily, "You hit and yelled yesterday; what more do you want?"

Stella’s voice was cool, "I didn’t come for yesterday’s matter."

Lily, hearing this, was irritated, "If it’s not for yesterday, then what is it for?"

Stella said, "It’s to get my dad’s contact information from you, and don’t say you don’t have it."

Stella spoke confidently, and Lily’s elegant brows furrowed, "You and your dad have met, and you didn’t exchange contact numbers?"

Stella didn’t respond to her and knew she was avoiding her like a plague now, calmly saying, "As long as you give me my dad’s contact info, I’ll leave right away."

A few minutes later, Stella walked out of the complex with the phone number Lily had written for her.

At the roadside, Stella looked down at the slip of paper in her hand for a moment, then took out her phone to dial the number.

The call connected, and Kenneth Grant’s tired voice came through the receiver, "Hello, who is this?"

Stella inhaled, "Dad, it’s me. When do you have time to come back and finalize the divorce with Mom?"