Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!

Chapter 1113: But You Still Softened Your Heart

Three o’clock in the morning.The city’s night is still bustling and lively.

Stella Charlie has been lying in bed for a long time, still unable to sleep, but rather growing more awake.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz..."

The phone continues to vibrate, emitting sounds, and the caller is the one she has been thinking of all night.

Stella Charlie sits up from the bed, holding the ringing phone and staring at it for several seconds. After much hesitation and indecision, she finally presses the answer button: "Hello..."

But the voice coming from the other end of the phone is that of a strange woman: "Hello, do you know the owner of this phone?"

Stella is momentarily stunned: "...What happened to him?"

"He got drunk at our bar, and we’re about to close. We found only your number in his contacts, so we called you. Is it convenient for you to come and pick him up?"

Stella presses her lips together in silence. If it weren’t for what Chloe Swift told her, she might have refused without hesitation.

"Which bar?"

...

By the time Stella arrived at the bar, it was almost four o’clock.

It was obviously past the bar’s usual closing time. The bar’s door was half-open, lights were dim, and upon entering, she immediately saw Vincent Warner, sprawled on the bar, drunk and unconscious.

"Sorry to trouble you all."

The staff member smiled and shook their head: "It’s nothing. It seems this gentleman is going through something. You’d better take him home to rest."

With the staff member’s help, Stella assisted Vincent into the taxi.

"To The Skyline Hotel, please."

"Stella..." Vincent’s drunken murmurs made Stella pause for a moment. Before she could react, Vincent’s entire body collapsed onto her, heavily resting on her shoulder.

Stella sighed helplessly but did not push his leaning head away, murmuring to herself, "You’re really something else."

The car slowly started up, and Stella let Vincent lean on her shoulder, watching silently ahead through the car window, her mind in turmoil.

In the dim car interior, Vincent slowly opened his eyes. There was no trace of drunkenness in his gaze, yet he remained motionless, leaning against Stella.

He hadn’t held out much hope, never expecting Stella to actually come.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Stella struggled to support Vincent’s arm, laboriously helping him into the hotel room.

Just as she was about to throw him onto the sofa near the wall, the previously limp and powerless Vincent suddenly exerted force, reversing their positions and pushing Stella into the sofa.

Surprised, Stella quickly responded: "You..."

Before she could finish speaking, a kiss faintly tinged with alcohol descended.

She reached out to push Vincent away, but it was to no avail.

At this moment, he was clearly not the drunken persona from before.

It wasn’t until Stella’s struggling strength slowly weakened under the compelling kiss that Vincent finally let her go.

He looked down at the panting Stella beneath him, his dark eyes deep, mumbling, "You still came."

Stella was somewhat angry, glaring at him in annoyance: "You’re indeed not worth sympathizing with!"

"Yet you still softened." Although Vincent wasn’t drunk, he had indeed consumed quite a bit of alcohol, his eyes blurred and dreamy, his gentle tone making him seem more like a harmless and clingy large dog.

Stella didn’t refute anything, her lips slightly pursed, her eyes misty, staring unblinkingly at the man in front of her.

Vincent cupped her face with his hands, his thumb lightly stroking her smooth cheek: "You still love me, right?"

His tone was assertive, yet there was a cautious uncertainty.