Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 167: She Rather Enjoys It

Stella Grant was still lost in thought when a bold woman approached Silas Sutton.

The woman was heavily made-up with cascading waves, wearing a black spaghetti strap dress, flaunting a voluptuous figure but not looking vulgar. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Hey handsome, alone?"

Silas observed her with an indifferent gaze.

The woman, clearly a party-goer, didn’t mind Silas’s cold demeanor. In fact, she moved closer to him and asked, "Can I get your contact?"

Silas frowned impatiently, his voice as cold as ice, "If you don’t want to disappear from Veridia, stay away from me."

Upon hearing Silas’s words, the woman was momentarily stunned. Realizing he wasn’t joking, she backed away, her expression changed slightly, and she quickly left in her high heels.

As she passed by Stella, Stella heard her muttering.

"Wonder if he’s got issues."

"Just wanted to hook up, didn’t expect threats."

Silas spoke at a volume just perfect for everyone around to hear.

The others who were eager to try their luck heard his words and immediately backed off, leaving with a curl of their lips.

Once everyone had dispersed, Silas finally noticed Stella standing at the door.

Their eyes met, but neither spoke. They passed each other like strangers.

Whether intentionally or not, at the moment they brushed past each other, Stella felt her pinky being hooked by his.

Her fingertip curled slightly as Stella stepped into the restroom.

Inside the stall, Stella overheard two women whispering outside.

"That man just now was really handsome, had the looks, had the body."

"Too bad he’s not the kind of man you’ll ever get to sleep with."

"Men like him never lack women around them."

"Did you see the watch on his wrist? It’s worth at least seven figures."

The more the two women talked, the more excited they got, and Stella listened from the stall, her red lips curling slightly.

This man really is popular everywhere he goes.

He doesn’t need to flirt; women just flock to him.

After finishing her business, Stella washed her hands at the shared sink, intentionally taking her time not wanting to return too quickly.

After washing and drying her hands leisurely, as she passed by a private room door, it suddenly opened, and a hand reached out to pull her inside.

With so many unexpected incidents recently, Stella’s heart skipped a beat at first.

But when she was pushed against the wall, inhaling a mix of fruity and whiskey scents, her tense nerves instantly relaxed.

The room was dark, and Stella’s slightly slurred voice, softened by alcohol, was lazily gentle, "Silas."

Silas’ large hand settled on her waist, gently rubbing, "Did you drink too much?"

Stella slightly lifted her pale white neck, "What about you?"

Silas replied in a hoarse voice, "I drank too much."

Stella, "I don’t believe you."

Silas chuckled, the hand rubbing her waist slid to her lower back, pressing forward gently, "How long did you watch that woman trying to flirt with me?"

Stella’s red lips moved without lying, "Watched from start to finish."

Silas asked, "Was it nice to watch?"

Stella exhaled, "Do you want the truth?"

Silas’s voice was deep and low, "Yes."

Stella said, "Not interesting, no real tension, no spark, not captivating enough."

Though Stella had been drinking, her mind was exceptionally clear.

After saying this, she noticed Silas’s gaze darkening slightly.

With one looking up and the other down, Silas’s hand, pressing tightly on her hip, remained disciplined, "Stella, have you drunk too much or turned naughty, hmm?"

Stella looked up, her red lips opened, "Silas."

Silas, "Hmm?"

Stella said, "Suddenly, I think keeping things as they are with you isn’t so bad."

Silas raised an eyebrow, not sure why Stella suddenly said that.

The next second, her hand hanging by her side tugged at his shirt collar, pulling him down, "Isn’t there a saying? Life is like being taken by surprise, if you can’t resist, you might as well enjoy it. Young, capable president of the Sutton Group, strong in both hardware and software—having someone like that as a lover, I’m not losing out."

Stella wasn’t intentionally seductive, but her drunk, misty eyes were unconsciously alluring.

Hearing her words, Silas lowered his head, pinching her chin with half-closed eyes and asked, "Lover?"

Stella, "Isn’t it?"