Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 86: Every Step a Trap

Ben Lawson’s message was too ruthless.

The rest of my life and my body.

Either one is a lethal thing to bring up.

Silas Sutton took a deep breath, not replying for a long time.

After a while, Ben Lawson sent his final message.

[I won’t pressure you anymore. Let’s get to the point. Shawn Bishop really does want to sell that project, but he won’t give in easily. He’s invested too much money upfront, and he not only wants to recoup his investment but also make a double return.]

Silas Sutton: Okay, got it.

Ben Lawson: Mr. Sutton, I’m really curious, what are you afraid of?

Silas Sutton: Have you recently caught the love bug? Is your mind full of nothing but romance all day long?

Ben Lawson: Not just that. Your family’s number three tripped me up in a business deal a few days ago, and I’m looking for a chance to hit back.

Silas Sutton sneered: Is a sickly person worth all your brainpower?

Ben Lawson: Is he just any sickly person? That’s the Sutton Family’s sickly one, ruthless and determined. Even if he’s half-alive, he drags someone else down with him.

Seeing Ben Lawson’s message, Silas Sutton didn’t respond.

The Sutton Family’s mess is so convoluted that you couldn’t finish explaining it in three days and nights.

Silas Sutton closed his phone and looked up. Stella Grant had placed the tomatoes in front of him and moved to sit on the nearby single sofa. She was holding her phone, focused on whatever she was reading.

Silas Sutton pressed his thin lips, recalling what Ben Lawson had said earlier.

—Could certain people really be trying to get others drunk now?

Could it be?

Seems so.

Stella Grant was checking her email on her phone when she noticed Silas Sutton’s gaze and lifted her eyes slightly.

Meeting her gaze, Silas Sutton spoke from his heart, "Really not having a drink?"

Stella Grant hesitated, "President Sutton, I took some medication."

Silas Sutton snapped the half-broken cigarette between his fingers, laughing lightly with sarcasm, "I know you don’t trust me."

Stella Grant held her breath, "..."

Some things are understood between them, but revealing them is another matter.

Like now, where both could’ve pretended nothing was wrong tonight, but the atmosphere turned tense, awkward, and embarrassing.

After a long moment, Stella Grant gripped her phone tightly and admitted, "Yes, I don’t trust you."

Silas Sutton laughed quietly at her words, "If you’re so afraid of me, why did you let me come over for dinner? Sympathy? Pity? Or because I helped you find a kidney match?"

Silas Sutton’s words pierced through, leaving Stella Grant no choice but to respond, "President Sutton, in Brynnfield we agreed, from now on we’re just in a subordinate relationship."

As Stella Grant finished, Silas Sutton said seriously, "What if I said I regret it?"

Stella Grant’s breath hitched, "..."

Silas Sutton lied without hesitation, "Stella Grant, I want to be friends with you."

Stella Grant, "..."

Under Stella Grant’s gaze, Silas Sutton lowered his eyes, drawing out a bitter smile on his thin lips, "Forget it, pretend I didn’t say anything. It’s just been a rough night, and I’m not feeling great..."

Silas Sutton hesitated, his lowered gaze filled with desolation.

Stella Grant watched, her eyebrows knitting together, thinking of tonight’s phone call content.

Mr. Sutton forced Silas Sutton to marry, even saying he should’ve been the one to die in the kidnapping years ago, and even hit him...

Thinking about all this, Stella Grant spoke without thinking, "Being friends is okay."

Silas Sutton lifted his eyes lightly, "Really?"

Stella Grant’s heart tightened, realizing her words, filled with regret but couldn’t take them back, "Yes."

All of Stella Grant’s reactions were captured by Silas Sutton.

Silas Sutton reached for a decanter to pour wine, seemingly calm with a faint, undetectable smile on his lips as he lowered his head.

Two glasses of wine were poured, and Silas Sutton slid one across the table to Stella Grant, "This wine is from a brand a friend of mine owns. Try it."

Stella Grant pursed her lips and picked it up, as if holding a hot potato, "I’ll drink a little tonight; I’m really not feeling well."

Silas Sutton nodded lightly, "Okay, no pressure."

When it comes to alcohol, once you start drinking, you can’t turn back.

A few drinks in, Silas Sutton brought up tonight’s phone call.

Stella Grant initially just listened quietly, but as the alcohol clouded her mind, she couldn’t help but interject when he mentioned the arranged marriage, "Does Sutton Group in Veridia really need a marriage alliance?"

Silas Sutton’s long, narrow eyes smiled, clinking glasses with Stella Grant, "In theory, no need. But people’s desires are endless. When you have bread, you want milk, and when you have milk, you then want fruit..."

Stella Grant’s red lips moved, "Got it, never satisfied, hard to turn back."

Silas Sutton, "Exactly."

Stella Grant, "So what about you? Do you have to go through with the marriage?"

Silas Sutton looked down, drank half a glass of red wine in one go, and put the glass down, focusing on Stella Grant’s slightly drunk face, "Are you drunk?"

Stella Grant shook her head, "No."

Silas Sutton’s distinct fingers rubbed the wine glass, his real emotions unreadable, "There is a way not to marry."

Stella Grant asked, "What way?"

Silas Sutton looked up at her, his demeanor lazily seductive, "For instance, if I find someone to marry right now."