Stella Charlie nervously clasped her hands and explained, "I think Miss Swift has misunderstood something. Vincent and I are not in the kind of relationship you mentioned."

Chloe Swift sneered, "Are you trying to say you’re truly in love? Do you know him well? Are you aware of his family background? Do you think he would marry a woman like you?"

These questions left Stella speechless because she indeed knew nothing about Vincent Warner’s personal circumstances.

All she knew was that he came from a well-off family, but his relationship with them seemed not very good.

This was all just her speculation from observation.

"Take some time to look at houses lately, I’ll get you settled for anything under ten million. After you move out, I’ll give you another five million, enough for you to live without worries for the rest of your life."

Chloe Swift placed a business card on the coffee table and stood up to continue speaking to Stella Charlie: "Know when to take your gains. Leaving now will still benefit you from me. Once Vincent Warner dumps you, you won’t get a penny."

"You’re still young, take this money and explore high society, finding a rich second-generation who is willing to marry you isn’t impossible."

"Think it over carefully. Call me once you’ve picked a house."

The door opened and closed. Stella Charlie stood dazed for a while before reaching out to pick up the business card on the table.

Whether it was ten million or five million, it was an astronomical figure to her.

Yet from Chloe Swift’s mouth, it seemed as easy as a leisurely stroll through the market.

It was at this moment that Stella realized that the gap between her and Vincent Warner wasn’t just about money but also about power and status, and even social class marriage...

She wasn’t tempted by Chloe Swift’s offer, but began to fear what kind of outcome awaited her and Vincent Warner.

Vincent didn’t come back to have dinner with her that evening, only noted that he was busy and would return later, telling her to rest early and not wait for him.

Stella lay on the sofa, absent-mindedly watching the program on TV.

Whenever she thought about the possibility of parting with Vincent Warner, tears uncontrollably flowed out.

If Vincent Warner left her as well, she really would have nothing left.

But then again, before meeting Vincent Warner, she had nothing at all...

This was why she overly relied on and cherished Vincent Warner’s presence. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Wholeheartedly believing there could be a beautiful future for them...

Past one in the morning, Vincent Warner pushed the door open with exhaustion.

Seeing the TV in the living room still on, he didn’t even bother to change his shoes and went straight to the sofa to check.

Seeing Stella had fallen asleep, he picked up the remote to turn off the TV.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

When Stella opened her eyes, her body was already in the air, cradled in Vincent Warner’s arms.

The moment she saw him, the unease from her dream was dispelled.

Stella nestled into Vincent Warner’s arms, appearing more silent than usual.

Vincent assumed she was just drowsy, carried her upstairs, and gently laid her in bed.

He sat by the bed, softly caressing her smooth black hair, and said in a gentle voice, "Didn’t I tell you not to wait for me? Just sleep nicely on your own."

Stella just looked at him, blinking without saying a word.

Vincent tucked her in, coaxing her, "Sleep. I’m going to take a shower."

Just as he was about to get up, Stella’s small hand clung to his arm.

He immediately stopped his movement, softly asking her, "What’s wrong?"

Stella looked at him, her black eyes gradually welling up with tears, her eye rims and nose tip slowly turning red.

Seeing Stella’s emotion wasn’t right, Vincent became aware something was off, furrowing his brow in distress as he held her hand in return, anxiously asking, "What happened?"