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Spencer lounged gracefully across from her, every movement radiating innate nobility.
His eyes lifted slightly, captivating yet fierce, with a hint of rebelliousness tempered by calm composure.
“Stella,” Spencer said, “Even if you came by every day, you wouldn’t disrupt my work. Our company just launched a new wine.
“Too bad you donated a liver back then, so you can’t drink; otherwise, you could try it. We’ve been rolling out a bunch of wines that girls really like, and the feedback during tastings has been pretty great.”
Serena studied Spencer’s gentle expression and felt like he had changed.
Before, whenever Serena saw him, he had been aloof and distant.
Now, he seemed to be trying to get closer to her.
“Okay,” Serena replied.
“Too bad his deep affection was given to someone who didn’t deserve it,‘ she thought.
“In another six months of recovery, I should be able to handle low–alcohol wine. Then I’ll drink a couple with you,” Serena said.
Spencer’s deep eyes suddenly sparked with a dazzling light at her promise to drink with him.
“Deal. Six months from now, we’ll drink until we’re drunk,” Spencer said.
He leaned back with elegant ease, smiling calmly. His earlobe flushed slightly, but Serena didn’t notice.
“Stella, there’s a networking event tomorrow night. I don’t have a date. Would you do me the honor of being my partner?” Spencer asked.
Serena suddenly remembered that tomorrow night was Logan Ellington’s birthday celebration, which she had planned to attend.
“Sure,” Serena smiled and agreed.
At the door, Dylan was about to enter, but froze when he overheard their conversation.
Hearing Serena say she’d drink with Spencer until drunk and be his date at the event, Dylan couldn’t contain the rage boiling inside him.
Dylan pushed the door open abruptly. Both people sitting on the couch snapped their heads toward the entrance.
Spencer frowned, a flash of deadly seriousness crossing his eyes. “Dylan, why didn’t you knock before coming in?” he snapped.
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Dylan strode forward, exuding a natural sinister charm, yet with an air of nobility. His eyes, piercing and cold, grew even more distant.
“Sorry. When I came here before, you never told me to knock,” Dylan said smoothly as he sat beside Serena.
Serena jumped up quickly and sat down next to Spencer.
Dylan froze.
He had come fueled by anger, but seeing Serena’s rejection, a chill spread through him like a god of death. His deep eyes turned murderous and bloodthirsty. “Stella, that’s so rude,” he snapped.
Serena hadn’t meant to be so hurtful, but her defenses were weak, and she had to be careful.
“Sorry, I don’t like you being so close. Please stay away from me,” Serena said firmly.
Dylan snorted coldly, “You don’t want to be near me, but you’re fine with Spencer. Stella, are you trying to use Spencer as-”
“Dylan, enough,” Spencer cut in coldly.
Serena frowned, knowing what Dylan was about to say.
A mocking smile flickered in her eyes. “Dylan, I know what you’re thinking. Your mind is dirty. No matter what I do or say, you think I have an agenda. But Dylan, you’ve never been hurt, you only mock my pain.”
Dylan was speechless. He knew Stella had been hurt in this marriage, but damn it, he couldn’t stand seeing her with another man, because Stella was once his wife.
Spencer asked coolly, “Dylan, is there something you need from me?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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