Chapter 66 Stay With Me Tonight
Ariana’s POV:
Stefan said nothing, but his gaze, filled with warning, was fixed on me.
With no other choice, I went back inside and changed into light–colored, tight–fitting jeans. However, even after getting the car, he still looked displeased
Unable to contain myself, I muttered. “If you’re embarrassed by me, then don’t take me out. Seriously, let’s not do this. You’re uncomfortable, and I’m just as frustrated.”
Stefan remained silent, wearing sunglasses as he drove. I couldn’t read his expression, but his tightly pressed lips made it clear he wasn’t in a good mood.
When we arrived at the Sartre Residence, I got out of the car first and went inside alone. I couldn’t understand it–if Stefan found me so bothersome, why go out of his way to pick me up? He could have easily let me take a cab. I wasn’t eager to endure his company or the silent disdain that came with it.
Suppressing my growing irritation, I took several deep breaths to calm down. No wonder he thought I was going through a rebellious phase I never would have dared to be this audacious with him before. Lately, though, I have felt braver, perhaps because I’d decided to stop caring so much about his opinion. It was oddly liberating.
As I walked into the first–floor sitting room, I noticed that the bullet–riddled glass wall at the Sartre Residence had been replaced. The new glass was three times thicker than before and bulletproof–learning from past mistakes, I suppose.
Tonight’s gathering was a family dinner, and the atmosphere was relatively harmonious. Yet, after what happened last time, I couldn’t help but glance around, wary of another ambush. Despite the abundance of bodyguards, the Sartre Residence didn’t feel particularly safe.
At the dinner table, Stefan drank quite a bit, and I had a couple of glasses myself. When it was time to leave, the Sartre Family had someone drive us home.
Stefan and I sat in the back seat. He had drunk enough to feel unwell and was leaning back with his eyes closed, resting.
I felt wide awake but found the silence rather dull, so I stared out the window, watching the scenery rush by
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my leg. I turned my head slowly to see Stefan still with his eyes closed, his hand resting there as if by chance. I tried to move my leg away, but as soon as I shifted, his fingers tightened slightly. “Don’t move.”
I frowned, reluctant, but I didn’t move again.
I tried to ignore his hand, but he kept lightly squeezing, making it impossible to ignore!
The light squeezing was one thing, but when I realized his hand was slowly moving up my thigh, I panicked, worried the driver might notice. I quickly grabbed his hand. “We’re almost there. Are you feeling unwell?”
He replied in a low voice, “Yes…” Then he interlaced his fingers with mine, and I could feel the warmth of his palm.
A ripple of emotion surged through me. He must have been really drunk; otherwise, he wouldn’t act like this. I didn’t feel a sense of triumph, nor did I pull away. I let him hold my hand until we reached home.
I gently reminded him, “We’re here. Let’s get out of the car.”
Stefan opened his eyes and released my hand. With surprising sobriety, he dismissed the driver who had brought us home. leaving me stunned. Is he drunk or not?
Seeing him standing steadily, I decided not to worry about whether he could make it inside and went in ahead of him.
The hand he had held the whole ride was still warm, and I felt a complex mix of emotions.
As I was changing my shoes in the entryway, I heard footsteps approaching behind me. I shifted to the side, instinctively grabbing his slippers for him
Chapter 66 Stay With Me Tonight
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The next moment, he grabbed my arm, pinning me against the wall. His breath, warm with the scent of alcohol, brushed against my ear. “Stay with me tonight.”
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