Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 204: She’s Flustered

Stella Grant is not foolish; she understands the implicit meaning in Silas Sutton’s words.

He’s implying that she shouldn’t ask further questions.

Stella looks back at him, pressing her lips into a straight line.

This dinner, both ate harboring their own thoughts.

After the meal, Stella is in the kitchen washing dishes, while Silas receives another call from his bodyguard in the living room.

"President Sutton, Kenneth Grant has been taken away."

Silas leans back on the sofa, his expression inscrutable, "By whom?"

The bodyguard replies, "I don’t know, checked the license plate number—it’s a fake."

Silas asks, "Where was he taken from?"

The bodyguard says, "On the way to the airport, the other party directly blocked the taxi in front and dragged the person out of the car."

Brynnfield belongs to the city area.

The road leading to the airport is also busy with traffic.

The fact that the other party dared to take such a risky move proves Kenneth Grant is very important to them.

When the bodyguard finishes speaking, seeing Silas not respond, he proactively asks, "President Sutton, should we take him back?"

Silas responds, "No need."

The bodyguard asks again, "Should we continue following?"

Silas’s voice is low and deep, "How is their counter-surveillance awareness?"

The bodyguard speaks honestly, "Very strong, I only have seventy percent confidence they won’t notice us."

Silas says, "Then try to follow. If they realize you’re tailing them, immediately give up and don’t alert them."

The bodyguard responds, "Understood."

After hanging up with the bodyguard, Silas rests his phone against his chin, looking towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, under the dim light, Stella is lowering her head, washing dishes. She wears a creamy white nightgown with a few stray hairs falling by her ears, appearing especially gentle.

Silas’s gaze deepens, with possessiveness restrained yet lingering in his eyes.

As Stella finishes tidying up the kitchen and comes out, Silas happens to stand and walks towards her.

Their eyes meet, Silas extends his arms to pull her into an embrace, "Stella."

This time, Stella doesn’t resist, "Mm."

Silas speaks in a low voice, "You are you, your father is your father, and moreover, everything is still unknown."

Stella’s breath tightens, she doesn’t respond.

Silas laughs softly, "I can see, you’re afraid we might have a grudge."

Stella, "..."

Silas says, "Since you’re so afraid, why not treat me better now, lest one day you find out we truly have a deep-seated hatred, and at that time, want to be together but can’t overcome that chasm."

Stella, "..."

Faced with Silas’s words, Stella remains silent.

But afterwards, her behavior shows a noticeable concession.

For instance, at night when Silas holds her, she no longer dodges.

Furthermore, when Silas’s restless hand ventures into her nightgown, she grits her lower lip, allowing him to do as he pleases.

Feeling her change, Silas can’t help but burst into laughter, flipping over to press her down, burying his face in her neck, "Stella, how can you be so adorable? Don’t you think about how, back when Kenneth Grant was intent on fleeing during The Grant Corporation’s bankruptcy, could he truly play a role in a kidnapping incident?"

In the midst of worry and uncertainty, thoughts very easily become a blank slate.

Just like tonight, Stella.

Upon hearing Silas’s words, she suddenly snaps out of it, flushes in anger and shame, knees him in the abdomen, trying to push him off her.

Silas firmly presses her legs down with his thighs and raises himself slightly to stare into her eyes, "Still won’t admit you like me?"

Stella’s cheeks redden, "Silas Sutton, you’re insane."

Silas teases, "I should deceive you a bit longer, get you scared enough to confront your own heart."

Stella, "..."

That night, Stella didn’t sleep well.

She couldn’t quite figure out what she was thinking; her mind was a jumble, like fragments of a film playing.

The only certainty was that every fragment of these thoughts involved Silas.

As dawn approached, Stella barely managed to sleep.

Yet, she hadn’t slept for long when Silas’s phone placed at the bedside rang, waking her up directly.

Silas reaches out for the phone and answers, his voice still languid with sleep, "Speak."

The person on the other end says, "President Sutton, the third young master has arrived in Brynnfield."