He Never Noticed Me Until I Loved Someone Else novel Chapter 77

That night, Stella was just getting ready for bed when Arthur Bishop's name lit up her phone screen.

"Mrs. Fuller, the Boss has had a bit too much to drink. Could you please come pick him up?"

Stella had been wanting to find Jarrod anyway, so she agreed. "Alright. Send me the address."

Arthur quickly texted her the location of a private, high-end club.

Stella threw on a coat and took a car over.

Upon arriving at the lounge, Stella followed the directions to Jarrod's private room.

Pushing open the door, Stella immediately saw Jarrod leaning back against the sofa. His head rested against the cushions, and his long legs were casually propped up on the coffee table. He lacked his usual razor-sharp edge, looking relaxed and languid.

Hearing the door open, Jarrod didn't react, but the young man sitting next to him turned his head.

Seeing her, the man smiled and said, "Well, well, another stunning, effortless beauty. What's wrong, did you walk into the wrong room too?"

It seemed that because Jarrod and his crowd were here, plenty of people had tried to come in and flirt, and this man assumed she was just another one of those hopefuls.

Stella shook her head and pointed at Jarrod. "I'm not in the wrong room. Arthur said he drank too much and asked me to come pick him up."

Hearing this, Julian Jenson scrutinized Stella with a probing gaze before asking, "Who are you? What's your relationship with Jarrod?"

Stella answered truthfully, "My name is Stella Quinn. Currently, I'm his wife."

"You're Jarrod's arranged wife?!"

Julian couldn't believe his ears.

In his mind, Jarrod's wife was the kind of perfectly molded socialite dripping in haute couture, impeccably poised and proper.

"Come on, Jarrod, get up!"

Julian tried to haul Jarrod to his feet, but he couldn't manage the dead weight. He called out to Stella, "Stella, could you give me a hand here?"

Stella nodded, walked over, and grabbed Jarrod's other arm. Just as she exerted force to pull him up, Jarrod's hand snapped around her wrist.

The burning heat of his palm seared into her skin, and his grip was so forceful she couldn't break free. Stella looked up and crashed right into his alcohol-laced, dark stare, swirling with heavy, dangerous emotions she couldn't comprehend.

Clearly, he wasn't exactly thrilled she had come, and he had zero intention of cooperating and leaving with her.

Stella felt a sudden wave of awkwardness and panic.

Standing beside them, Julian immediately sensed the tense atmosphere. He quickly started rubbing his temples. "Oh man, my head is spinning! I think I'm too drunk to stand! Stella, I'm leaving Jarrod in your hands. I gotta go!"