Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 102: What Kind of Man Do You Like

Silas Sutton, who desires some sweetness, faces Stella Grant with a heart of stone.

As Silas finishes speaking, Stella hesitates for half a second before hanging up the phone.

Hearing silence from the phone, Silas moves the phone from his ear to glance at it, scratching his brow with fingertips and chuckling lightly.

"Tsk."

Stella checks into a hotel in Portmere, while Silas heads downstairs and gets into Forrest Keller’s car.

Forrest, who hasn’t slept much since last night, stares at Silas through the rear-view mirror with dark circles under his eyes.

Silas arches a brow as he looks at him, "Didn’t sleep well last night?"

Forrest’s eyes are dark, and his voice is hoarse from the heat, "Yeah."

Silas asks, "Work-related or personal?"

Forrest’s face is serious, "Personal matters tangled with work issues, and vice versa."

Squinting at his words, Silas says, "Tell me more?"

Forrest finds it hard to open his mouth under Silas’s gaze, stuttering, "I-I’ll just leave it."

Silas naturally stretches out his legs, his voice lazy, "Go ahead. Otherwise, with your distracted state, I’m afraid driving with you might be life-threatening."

Forrest has been by Silas’s side for many years.

Though their relationship is superior-subordinate, it’s undoubtedly closer than usual.

Moreover, Forrest understands Silas’s temperament over the years. Silas is not the type of boss who creates trouble for no reason; as long as you don’t make fundamental mistakes, he usually turns a blind eye.

Upon hearing Silas’s question, Forrest hesitates and turns to say, "President Sutton, may I ask you something personal?"

Silas responds seriously, "In what regard?"

Forrest says, "Regarding feelings."

Silas lets out a faint snort, "Quite bold of you."

Forrest is taken aback, his expression complex.

After a moment, Silas looks at Forrest with an air of charity, "Go ahead."

Struggling intensely with how to phrase the question, Forrest bites his teeth after about half a minute and asks, "President Sutton, do you like Manager Grant?"

As the words leave his mouth, Forrest wishes he could bite off his tongue.

Though it’s too late to regret now, he stretches his neck waiting for Silas’s response.

Forrest expects Silas to refute him again, but surprisingly, Silas asks intriguingly, "Why? Am I unworthy?"

Forrest, "..."

Such audacious remarks of a homewrecker.

If Silas weren’t the boss, Forrest might have exclaimed, "Never seen such shamelessness!"

Within minutes, Forrest’s mind feels like an eighty-episode TV drama on human nature and ethics.

Finally, under Silas’s gaze, Forrest bites his tongue, steels himself, and valiantly says, "President Sutton, I think..."

Before Forrest finishes, Silas interrupts plainly, showing no discernible feelings, "Forrest, if you’re tired of being in this position, feel free to tell me. It’s fine, Sutton Group doesn’t lack talent."

Once Silas finishes, Forrest’s righteous spirit turns instantly timid, changing his tone, "I think you and Manager Grant are quite well-matched."

Silas leans back and closes his long eyes, "Drive."

Forrest, "Yes, President Sutton."

Compared to the rice bowl, justice is nothing!

The car slowly rolls onto the road, Silas relaxes with eyes closed, and after about ten minutes, he takes out his phone and switches to Forrest’s WeChat account to message Stella Grant: Busy?

Stella immediately replies: Not really, I’m on a business trip today, just arrived in Portmere and checked in, anything going on?

Silas: No, I thought I’d have time after work today to grab dinner at your place.

Stella: Not today, wait till I return, I’ll call you once I’m back.

Silas: Alright.

After a while, Silas sends another message: Stella, what do you usually like to eat?

Stella pauses at the message, then laughs at herself for being startled by Silas, thinking ’Forrest’ simply asked casually, replying: I’m not picky, generally like sweet and sour or sweet and spicy flavors.

Silas: Can’t live without sweets?

Stella: Pretty much.

Usually, ordinary friends stop here in conversation, and Stella is about to put away her phone to investigate Hugh York’s matter, when ’Forrest’ sends another message: Stella, what type of men do you like?