Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 62: Unable to Defend Myself

Seeing Silas Sutton’s reply, Stella Grant froze for a moment.

After a while, Silas Sutton, as if he had guessed her reaction, sent a voice message over directly.

Stella’s fingertips touched the screen and pressed play; Silas’s deep, magnetic voice sounded on the phone: How about coming over to the window and saying hi?

If it were normal times, Stella would never have listened to Silas and said hi to him.

But today was different, she had a stomach full of questions waiting for him to answer.

Stella, holding her phone, frowned and got up, walking to the window and looking down.

In the neighborhood, Silas, in a blue shirt and suit pants, was currently leaning against the car door smoking.

Perhaps sensing something, just as Stella looked down, Silas happened to look up.

Their eyes met through the glass; Silas’s lips slightly curled, Stella’s lips pursed slightly.

Stella went downstairs about ten minutes later, without makeup, her hair simply tied.

Silas lifted his eyes to glance at her, seemingly unconcerned whether she was wearing makeup or not, closed his phone, flicked the ashes off his cigarette, and naturally asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Silas’s tone was so familiar that it gave Stella the illusion that even if they were not loving couples, they ought to be old friends.

Now that she was out, Stella didn’t hold back too much, took a shallow breath and said, "There’s a noodle shop opposite the neighborhood that’s pretty good."

Silas raised an eyebrow, "Noodles?"

Stella replied, "It’s the only place nearby that’s decent."

Silas, "Can’t we go further?"

Stella glanced at the watch on her wrist, her attitude between aloofness and politeness, "It’s too late, I have a project proposal to work on tonight, going too far might..."

Before Stella could finish her words after "might", Silas chuckled and got in the car, "Let’s go."

Watching his back as he got in the car, Stella spoke calmly, "President Sutton, it’s right across the street, no need to drive."

Silas turned back, "Walk there?"

Stella spoke the truth, "Driving would actually take longer."

Walking just needs to cross one street, whereas driving requires passing two traffic lights and then turning around to get there. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, even elementary students know this.

After Stella finished speaking, Silas looked at her for a long while without saying anything; after about half a minute, he slightly curled his thin lips, "You’ve got quite the patience."

Silas hit the nail on the head, and Stella’s tense emotions relaxed a bit; she didn’t dive straight into the topic but instead raised her lips and said, "The business at the noodle shop over there is very good; when it’s meal time there’s a queue."

The implication being, if we don’t go over there now, in less than half an hour, we’ll have to queue.

Silas heard what she said and chuckled softly, "Let’s go."

Five minutes later, the two appeared at the noodle shop across the street.

Just moments ago, Silas had a smile on his face; now his expression was serious, brows slightly furrowed.

Stella often comes here to eat, the owner knows her and didn’t ask her what to order, directly smiling and shouting, "The usual?"

Stella smiled, "Yes, but this time it’s two bowls."

With a white towel draped over his neck, the owner said, "Got it, right away."

After Stella finished talking to the owner, she turned and looked at Silas; upon seeing his expression, her lips couldn’t help but curl up, "President Sutton, do you eat cold dishes? The spicy shredded potatoes here are quite good too."

Silas showed no discernible emotion, "Is Omni being this stingy?"

Of course, Stella understood what Silas meant, hinting that she was stingy for treating him to noodles; she didn’t respond, just drew a napkin from the box on the side to wipe the table in front of him.

It was evident that Silas was extremely dissatisfied with the environment here.

Stella had just wiped twice when Silas reached out to press her hand and then took the napkin from her hand.

Seeing this, Stella quietly withdrew her hand and asked, "President Sutton, did you send someone to beat up Flynn Shepherd?"

Silas lowered his head and wiped grease off the table, didn’t deny, "Yes."

Silas had no grudges with Flynn Shepherd in the past nor recently, so the reason he did this was for someone; Stella wanted to play dumb but couldn’t really feign ignorance, "Thank you."

Silas lifted his head, "So, you’re treating me to noodles?"

Stella met his gaze, tried to resist but didn’t, and for the first time there was a bit of genuine smile in her eyes, "No."

Stella’s smile was pure, and Silas saw it with his own eyes; his mood somewhat relaxed, "Then what’s the reason?"

Stella said, "Regardless of your intentions for helping, I wanted to say thank you."

Hearing Stella’s words, Silas tossed the napkin in his hand with a smile and asked, "What do you think my intention was for lending a hand?"

They were all adults, the topic had reached this point, the ambiguity was obvious.

Stella knew this in her heart but didn’t speak, choosing to remain silent.

Silas chuckled, "You don’t dare say? Or don’t want to face it?"

Faced with Silas’s aggressive questioning, Stella’s hands beneath the table suddenly clenched; a flash of inspiration hit her, and she blurted out, "President Sutton, you should know, I have a boyfriend, my boyfriend is my friend Sue Woods’s cousin, he loves me very much, and I love him too, I don’t want to do anything that would betray him."

Upon hearing this, Silas leaned back, a smile hidden in his elongated eyes, his whole demeanor indescribably lazy and sexy, "You love your boyfriend yet you slept with me the day before yesterday?"

Stella, "..."