Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 88: Can You Marry Him in Name Only?

As Silas Sutton finished speaking, Stella Grant’s head buzzed, and the blush on her face became even more pronounced.

It wasn’t from shyness, but from embarrassment.

Stella Grant had absolutely no idea how to respond to Silas Sutton’s words.

It seemed that any response would be wrong.

The awkward atmosphere lingered for about five minutes, until just as Stella Grant couldn’t help but want to apologize again, Silas Sutton removed the cigarette butt from his lips and extinguished it in the ashtray in front of him, "Weren’t you going to make some snacks to go with drinks?"

Stella Grant took a shallow breath, feeling greatly relieved, "Do you eat celery?"

Silas Sutton looked up, "Stir-fry?"

Stella Grant said, "Cold dish, celery with peanuts."

Silas Sutton nodded with his cigarette, "Okay."

A few minutes later, Stella Grant appeared in the kitchen, first going to the fridge to take out the celery. Then she poured water into a pot and set it on the stove, brought it to a boil, and put the washed and cut celery into the pot, blanching it, then took it out to let cool in a bowl.

Celery with peanuts paired with red wine, although it seemed a bit mismatched.

But it was better than nothing.

Perhaps she felt guilty for what happened just now, or perhaps she wanted to repay Silas Sutton for finding a kidney donor for Mrs. Grant.

After mixing the cold dish, Stella Grant turned around and took some ice cubes from the fridge.

At one in the morning, Stella Grant returned to the coffee table carrying a plate of cold dish and a bowl of ice cubes.

Silas Sutton was eating the tomatoes she had just brought over; the sugar on top had completely melted, making it sweet but not too rich, helping to sober up while being refreshing.

Seeing the ice cubes in Stella Grant’s hand, Silas Sutton raised his eyebrows slightly, "Ice cubes also count as cold dishes?"

Stella Grant’s lips curved slightly, "No, the ice cubes are for you to apply on your face."

Speaking of which, Stella Grant placed the cold dish and ice cubes on the coffee table and walked towards the bathroom.

Upon hearing this, Silas Sutton paused with his chopsticks, and a certain repressed emotion within his chest began to stir.

After a short while, Stella Grant came out with a newly unwrapped towel, wrapped some ice cubes in it, and handed it to Silas Sutton, "Try it, apply cold compress within 24 hours of an injury, then hot compress after 24 hours—it helps reduce swelling quickly."

Silas Sutton looked at the ice cubes in Stella Grant’s hand but didn’t take them, "Are you sure it works?"

Stella Grant said with certainty, "I’m sure."

Silas Sutton, "How can you be sure? You’ve never been injured."

Seeing his stubbornness, Stella Grant pursed her lips slightly and said, "How do you know I’ve never been injured? I was mischievous as a child and often got beaten—it was common to use this method; I’ve tried it, and it’s practical and effective."

Silas Sutton frowned, "Your parents beat your face when you were mischievous as a child?"

Stella Grant, "Who said they beat my face? It’s the..."

The explanation burst out but suddenly stopped.

The two exchanged glances, and Stella Grant could not explain, only gathering courage from the alcohol and insisting, "Anyway, it works."

Seeing Stella Grant was genuinely anxious, Silas Sutton’s thin lips curled up as he took the towel wrapped with ice cubes from her hand and applied it to his injured face.

Silas Sutton held the towel with one hand and used chopsticks with the other to eat the cold dish Stella Grant had made.

Honestly speaking, it wasn’t as delicious as what the chefs at home would make.

But this ’homemade taste’, not even ten chefs at home could match it.

There wasn’t much red wine left in the decanter; after such a long time, it had reached the bottom.

Silas Sutton’s thin lips moved, wanting to ask Stella Grant for more, but in the end, he didn’t say it.

It wasn’t because he was embarrassed, but he was afraid that if he stayed any longer she would overthink.

After eating the last peanut, Silas Sutton put down his chopsticks and spoke in a deep voice, "Thank you for today."

Stella Grant’s heart was moved, "You’ve helped me so much, it’s something I should do."

Silas Sutton, "About today’s matter..."

Before Silas Sutton could finish, Stella Grant proactively responded, "Don’t worry, I won’t say anything."

Silas Sutton nodded, "Hmm."

Seeing the atmosphere threatening to fall into awkwardness again, Silas Sutton got up and said, "It’s getting late, I won’t disturb you any longer."

Stella Grant, "Is Forrest picking you up? Or will you take a cab?"

Silas Sutton said, "I’ll go out and hail a cab."

Stella Grant, "Hmm, be careful on your way."

Silas Sutton wasn’t Sue Woods; even if it was late, Stella Grant couldn’t say anything to keep him.

Late at night, a man and a woman alone, anything could happen.

Seeing Silas Sutton out, Stella Grant followed him lightly and sighed quietly.

When the elevator doors opened, watching Silas Sutton get in, Stella Grant gave him a smile, "Good night."

Silas Sutton replied in a low voice, "Good night."

After speaking, Silas Sutton’s finger in his pocket moved slightly and said in a deep voice, "Stella Grant, is there any suitable woman around you?"

Stella Grant was bewildered, "What?"

Silas Sutton said, "I need a marriage partner, but there’s no suitable person around me. Is there anyone in your circle?"

She only had Sue Woods.

She definitely couldn’t let Sue Woods jump into Silas Sutton’s ’fire pit.’

Stella Grant’s lips moved slightly, "No."

Silas Sutton’s eyes darkened, and he asked seemingly casually and calmly, "How about you?"

Stella Grant was shocked.

Silas Sutton’s thin lips curled slightly and said, "Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a real marriage; it’s a fake marriage, just helping me out. Once the situation calms down, we’ll secretly divorce."