Chapter 93 Extra Story 2

"Jasper?" "You know him too?" Natalie glanced at Jasper, then at Stella, equally surprised. Connections in the fashion and cosmetics industries were often intertwined. Natalie naturally knew Jasper, and had even more dealings with Jasper's brother, Merrick Ashford. Stella nodded. "Sort of. Lush Aura and CF have collaborated." Jasper said, "Before coming to Seattle on business, Caille mentioned you're planning a wedding. Count me in for an invitation to join the festivities." Hearing his request, Stella couldn't refuse and could only nod. "Alright." "My brother is waiting in the car. I'll take my leave," Jasper said, glancing at Natalie and pointing to the black Maybach parked by the roadside. The play Natalie had arranged was a comedy, with a lively atmosphere and excellent performances. After leaving the theater, Natalie dropped Layla off at home, while Stella drove back to her apartment alone. However, as she stepped out of the elevator, she was almost stunned by what she saw in front of her. The apartment door stood wide open, with four large boxes piled up at the entrance. If it weren't for seeing Isaac standing next to the boxes, Stella might have thought her home had been burgled. Meeting Stella's gaze, Isaac cleared his throat lightly. "The boss asked me to move these over." In the living room, a man had already changed into casual home clothes, lounging comfortably on the sofa, eating freshly taken fruits from the fridge. When he caught her glance, he merely raised an eyebrow slightly, saying nothing. Stella suppressed the anger in her chest, lips curling slightly, and spoke softly to Isaac, "Thank you. You can leave now." "You're welcome. I'll take my leave then," Isaac replied promptly before swiftly leaving the apartment. Stella closed the door with a bang and turned to look at the man on the sofa. "What are you doing?" Her soft voice tinged with anger. Ethan set aside the fruit, took a tissue from the coffee table, and calmly wiped his hands. "Since you've left home, I have no choice but to move here." "Didn't you say you'd accept me staying away for half a month?" Stella questioned with a hint of accusation. Ethan nodded slightly, casually saying, "Yes, I did say that. I didn't say I couldn't come over." "You're just being unreasonable," Stella almost laughed, realizing she shouldn't have given him the apartment's passcode in the first place. At her words, Ethan furrowed his brows. "Moving in on my own capability, how is that being unreasonable? Anyway, do you really not miss me at all?" Because he shamelessly insisted on staying, Stella sighed, massaging her forehead before saying, "If you insist on staying, you can sleep in the guest room." She pointed to the room nearest the front. It was late, and Ethan had brought so many things again. She couldn't just kick him out. This time, Ethan didn't argue. He glanced at the room beside them and nodded, "Alright." With him being so cooperative, Stella gave him a suspicious look but didn't say anything more, heading straight back to her room. Thinking it would be a peaceful night, she took a shower and lay down on her bed. However, she hadn't slept long before feeling something was off. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw someone else on the bed and instantly became alert, "How dare you climb into bed in the middle of the night!" "Without pushing my luck, how could I have managed to marry you?" The man, with his eyelids drooping, kept his hand firmly on her waist. After several attempts, Stella could only give up. She had to work tomorrow and didn't have time to argue further. She decided to treat him like a human-shaped pillow in bed. "Where did you go today?" he asked. Stella replied with her eyes closed, "I went to see a play with Natalie and them." Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something and added, "By the way, do you remember the boy we met on our honeymoon?" "Which one?" Ethan frowned. "You're playing dumb," Stella reached out to pat him, "He's CF's design director. I bumped into him at the theater entrance today, and he said he wants to come to the wedding." "Did you agree?" he asked. Stella replied, "Yes. You said we could ask for more gifts." Ethan looked down at her and asked, "You seem pretty happy going out with other people every day. Do you really not miss me?" "I've only been moved out for a few days," Stella sighed, "Natalie even said that marriages have a period of fatigue." She didn't mean anything else by it, just felt that she had only been back to the apartment for a few days; how could she be expected to think about him constantly? "Really?" There was a veiled threat in the man's deep gaze. "We've been married less than a year, and you're already feeling bored?" Stella hesitated slightly, "I didn't say that." "Oh, really? Yet I don't see you getting bored with others." After thinking for a few seconds, Stella finally understood who "others" referred to and sighed helplessly, "How can you be so jealous of women?" With that said, sensing the man's silence, she pursed her lips again and then said, "Well, I'm just barely going along with it now, ending your punishment." Since she had already let him shamelessly climb into bed, it seemed pointless to continue punishing him. "Are you sure?" Ethan looked down with interest, "Then you owe me some interest." "What interest?" Before she could finish her sentence, the man's breath brushed lightly against her ear, delicate kisses landing on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Taking her hand in his, reason gradually collapsed amid the mingling of tongues. The bedside lamp emitted a dim light, the air grew heavy, causing a dizzying sensation. As consciousness faded, Stella made a last-ditch effort to pull away, reaching out to push, "I don't have—" "What?" His deep voice dropped by her ear, and Stella seemed to realize something, gradually releasing her hand.