Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!

Chapter 1073: Chapter 1073: Blind Date Candidate

In the afternoon, Vincent Warner appeared at the coffee shop where Stella Charlie worked part-time.

When he saw Stella in her work uniform, he didn’t seem surprised, as if he knew she was working here part-time, which is why he showed up at this time.

But this time, he wasn’t alone; sitting across from him was a mature and charming woman.

A laptop was placed on the table, and the two seemed to be discussing work, or perhaps just chatting like old friends.

Stella told herself to focus on her work, but her gaze and attention were uncontrollably drawn in their direction.

An odd emotion welled up inside her, something she couldn’t quite identify.

The two talked until after six in the evening, and only after having dinner together at the coffee shop did they leave.

The whole time, Vincent didn’t say a word to her, treating her completely like a stranger. frёeωebɳovel.com

Stella took a deep breath, shaking off those negative emotions, and worked until nine at night.

After earning her wages for the day, she transferred a part to Kai Jacobs: I should be able to repay you by tomorrow.

Kai Jacobs: I told you there’s no rush.

Kai Jacobs: Just finished working now?

Stella Charlie: Yeah, business is better on weekends, anyway they pay me by the hour.

Kai Jacobs: Are you going again tomorrow?

Stella Charlie: Yeah, I’ve already arranged it with the manager.

Kai Jacobs: Aren’t you forgetting something?

Stella thought in confusion: What? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Kai Jacobs: Never mind, I know you won’t miss work tomorrow even if it rains, get some rest early.

Riding her bike in the cool night breeze, Stella couldn’t help but think about Vincent again.

She was a bit curious about the woman’s relationship with him, whether she was a work partner or a friend in life, or maybe... a date?

As she was lost in her thoughts, she unconsciously arrived home.

Vincent didn’t often show up here, only staying for a day or half a day before disappearing for ten days to half a month.

So Stella thought Vincent wasn’t home, only to hear the sound of the TV in the living room when she opened the door.

The entire house was dark, illuminated only by the flickering light of the TV.

Stella peeked towards the sofa and vaguely saw Vincent sitting motionless there.

The coffee table had wine bottles and glasses on it, and the ashtray she cleaned in the morning was nearly full again.

Afraid to disturb him, Stella didn’t turn on the light.

She didn’t know if Vincent was seriously watching TV or lost in other thoughts.

Stella dared not greet him, quietly returning to her room.

Vincent cast his gaze at her room door, and when Stella didn’t come over to talk, his already foul mood sank even lower.

Silently, he raised his glass to his lips once more.

By near midnight, Stella could still hear the TV outside.

She opened her room door, intending to pretend she was getting something from the kitchen, only to find Vincent slumped on the sofa, apparently already asleep.

She paused in the living room for two seconds, then stepped softly forward, picked up the remote, and turned off the somewhat noisy TV.

Picking up the thin blanket folded beside the sofa, she gently draped it over Vincent.

The moonlight streaming in through the window faintly outlined his facial features.

Only at this moment did Stella dare to unabashedly take in his face.

Even in his sleep, his brow was furrowed, and she wondered what might be troubling him.

As Stella turned to go back to her room, Vincent, lying on the sofa, opened his eyes, watching as she entered her room before lowering his gaze to the blanket over him.

Unconsciously, the furrowed brow began to relax.