Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 87: If You Can’t Have It, Destroy It

Getting married to someone?

With whom?

Hearing Silas Sutton’s answer, Stella Grant was momentarily slow to process it.

In her understanding, two people becoming husband and wife must be in love and willing to share all the ups and downs of the future together.

But from the way Silas Sutton was talking, it seemed like going to the market to buy groceries.

Whether you like it or not isn’t important; the key is being hungry.

After Silas Sutton finished speaking, seeing Stella Grant’s bewildered face, he reached out to tuck her stray hairs behind her ear, half-smiling, "Really haven’t had too much to drink?"

Stella instinctively shrank back, her lips barely moving, a hint of wariness in her eyes, "No."

Seeing this, Silas Sutton’s hand froze mid-air, and after a few seconds, he lowered it to pick up his wine glass, his voice lowered, "Sorry."

Stella, "..."

Silas Sutton’s poised demeanor made Stella feel somewhat guilty for overreacting.

Stella indeed hadn’t drunk much tonight.

With the last time as a precedent, she had been careful tonight.

Although she seemed to have drunk a lot, and her reactions were slower, her mind remained clear.

With Silas Sutton’s apology, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly froze.

About a minute or so later, Stella, feeling uneasy under the weight of the atmosphere, supported herself on the sofa to get up, "I’ll go see what’s in the fridge and make something to go with the drinks."

Having said that, Stella stepped toward the kitchen.

Watching her take a step, Silas Sutton leaned over to pour some wine from the decanter, his slightly parted legs moved slightly, his foot coincidentally landing on the tip of her foot just as she was about to step.

Stella thought Silas Sutton was just pouring wine, and preoccupied with her own thoughts, she didn’t notice his subtle movements.

The next second, as she was about to take a step, her foot suddenly tripped.

In front of Stella was the floor, to the right was the coffee table, and to the left was Silas Sutton.

Just as she silently cursed that none of the falling directions were appropriate, Silas Sutton, seated to her left, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye.

Stella hadn’t expected Silas Sutton to hug her and instinctively struggled to break free.

If she hadn’t struggled, it would’ve been fine, but with her struggle, Silas Sutton couldn’t hold on steady, and she ended up directly falling into his embrace.

To say she fell into his arms is more accurately described as landing on his lap.

As Silas Sutton let out a muffled groan, Stella looked at the place her hand had landed, and her face instantly turned red. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Who knows how much time passed before Silas Sutton’s raspy voice broke the silence, "How long are you planning to keep touching?"

Upon hearing this, Stella quickly stood up, hiding the hand that had pressed on Silas Sutton’s certain part behind her back, her blush spreading to her ears, "I-I’m sorry, President Sutton."

Silas Sutton’s expression wasn’t particularly pleasant, unclear whether due to pain or restraint, "Returning kindness with injury?"

Stella’s face turned even redder, unable to respond.

Silas Sutton’s words held many meanings; he had helped her many times lately, and any instance could be considered a favor.

He had shown her "kindness," yet she nearly made him unable to have children.

Seeing her silence, Silas Sutton tightened his jaw and said, "Cigarette."

At his words, Stella quickly bent down to grab the cigarette box from the coffee table and turned around to hand it to him, "President Sutton."

Stella didn’t know how painful it was for a man to be injured in that area.

But she hadn’t tasted pork herself yet had seen pigs running, once hearing someone say it’s painful beyond imagination.

Silas Sutton took the cigarette from her hand, lit it, took a deep drag, and looked at her with a smoky voice asking, "Stella, we’re friends, right?"

Stella thought: No.

But she said, "Yes."

Silas Sutton, half-squinting his eyes through the smoke, asked again, "As for friends, would you have any inappropriate thoughts?"

Stella frowned, unsure of why he was thinking this way, "No."

Silas Sutton responded with an "Hmm," tapped off the ashes from his cigarette, and said, "I thought you harbored feelings towards me and wanted to ruin what you couldn’t have."