Chapter 21 Are You Done Fooling Around?
Ariana Sutton’s POV
Stefans figure towered over me as he gazed down with a blank look in his eyes. His presence felt somewhat divine in the musty air around ine–I almost thought he was an angel sent to save me.
“Are you done fooling around? He parted his lips to speak to me in an icy tone. I tensed up as I thought, Did he think I was just oding around this whole time? I forced myself to contain the pain I felt in my chest as I stood up to explain myself. “I wasn’t-
Before I could explain myself, Stefan interrupted me with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I don’t want to hear your explanation, and I don’t want to see you here. Leave! My hands reached over to tug on the bottom of his shirt as tears threatened to roll down my cheeks, “Please. Just give me two minutes. I just want to explain myself. I had no idea how pathetic I sounded. Perhaps I was used to it since I had always been that way.
The look in Stefan’s eyes made him seem like he was about to burst with rage at any moment. He tried his best to contain his anger as he responded, “There’s nothing much for us to talk about. I’m not interested in anything that has to do with you, and I don’t want to see you around here. Leave now!” After that, he walked off without any hesitation. It was almost as if it would kill him to stay around for just another second.
I tried to chase after him, but my legs were numb and stiff after sitting on the bench for one night. I stumbled and fell onto the ground, and I felt my palms grazing against the ice–cold pavement. A splitting pain spread across my palm. I saw Stefan slowing his footsteps down for a moment, but he didn’t turn around in the end. Initially, I assumed that he had approached me to give me a chance to explain myself. I hadn’t expected him to perceive me as a desperate pest! Well I guess it makes sense. I don’t think Stefan appreciates my presence when he’s sleeping around with another woman, huh? As 1 recalled the scene where he wrapped his arms around another woman’s waist last night, I felt my heart sinking. I lost my final bit of hope after that.
Soon enough, the sun crawled up the sky, and sunlight spread across the city. The golden rays shot through the mist in the air, and I turned my back against the sun as I walked away and disappeared around the corner of the street.
Stefan Jablonsky’s POV
I was in a bad mood as I sat in the hotel room. A woman came up and addressed me politely. “She left, Mr. Jablonsky.” This woman was my assistant, and she was also the woman whose waist I had held the night before. I kicked my legs up on the couch and tried my best to remain relaxed, but I couldn’t help glancing out the window to look across the street.
I watched as Ariana dragged her feet down the street. “Okay.. Got it, I replied half–heartedly. My assistant bowed to me. “TI head downstairs now. I’ve left the schedule here, and you can take a look at it later.” I simply gave her a dismissive wave without saying anything else. When my assistant got to the front door, she halted her footsteps for a while before she turned to gaze at me hesitantly. “Mr. Jablonsky, if you’re worried about Miss-
“She’s not a kid.” I interrupted before the woman could finish her sentence. I refused to admit that I was worried about Ariana, but at the same time, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her. I hated myself whenever I was like this. She was involved with Figara. Why should I worry about someone as fickle–minded as her? The thought of her resting in Figaro’s arms makes me burn with rage. I know this feeling. This is pure jealousy.
Ariana Sutton’s
POV
It was nearly noon when I got back to Jablonsky Residence. Even though my life was a mess, the weather was perfect–the sun was out, and there was a gentle breeze. I hung my head low as I headed to my room and packed my luggage. Then, I walked to my bedside table and pulled out a pen and some paper. With the pen in my hand, I hesitated for a long while as I thought
about what to write.
I didn’t know how I should bid goodbye to Stefan. In the end, I only wrote a simple sentence. I wish you all the best in your future. I left my bank card with him–it had all my savings from before. It wasn’t enough to repay him, but I figured I would just bank the money to the same card each month. This was the only thing that connected Stefan and me. Is this 20–year–long experience coming to an end? I got what I wanted–I can leave and get a fresh start now, but why don’t I feel happy at all?
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