He Never Noticed Me Until I Loved Someone Else novel Chapter 78

With that, Julian bolted out of the room, even making sure to thoughtfully shut the door behind him.

Stella was speechless.

Now, it was just her and Jarrod left in the private room.

Jarrod still had a vice-like grip on her wrist, his dark eyes fixed intensely on her as if waiting for her to speak.

"Mr. Fuller, you've had too much to drink. Let me help you home to rest first?" Stella asked out of concern.

Jarrod didn't budge. He stared at her for a few more seconds before scoffing and dropping her wrist.

"You're quite something, Mrs. Fuller. You even tracked me down here. Go ahead. What do you want to talk about?"

Jarrod's voice was heavy with alcohol, low and dangerously quiet. Looking at the state he was in, it was obvious he wasn't in any condition to have a rational conversation.

Stella had originally planned to just take him back and wait until he was sober tomorrow to discuss it.

She reached out to help him up again, saying gently, "Let's go home first."

Because Stella had leaned in toward Jarrod, he easily reached up and pinched her chin. The alcohol glazed his eyes, but underneath, there was a freezing cruelty she couldn't decipher.

"What's so hard to say? Are you looking to use another business trip as an excuse to chase after someone else?"

Jarrod's grip was bruising, and Stella winced. She said softly, "Mr. Fuller, you're hurting me."

Looking at Stella's beautiful, delicate face and the calm, submissive expression in her almond eyes, Jarrod was suddenly reminded of the lawn party. He remembered how she had completely abandoned her dignity, sprinting toward the stage and begging that man not to get engaged.

He used to think she was just naturally quiet and indifferent, that even when she was angry, she'd only snap back a little before returning to her usual self.

He never imagined she possessed such a frantic, uncontrollable side.

Stella pressed her lips together and kept her voice remarkably steady. "Let's get a divorce."

The moment the words left her mouth, she felt the temperature in Jarrod's eyes plummet to subzero. The air around them seemed to freeze, and the arm around her waist clamped down even harder.

"What gives you the right to ask me for a divorce?" He grabbed her chin again, forcing her to look him dead in the eye.

The throb in Stella's forehead hadn't faded, her lower back was trapped in a crushing grip, and her jaw flared with pain.

She knew this was a terrible time to bring up a divorce, but with Jarrod acting this aggressive, she had no choice but to lay it all out.

"I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you on St. Jude's Island. But there was never any love between us anyway, and our contract is up in less than two months. There's no point in dragging this out."

"You say all that with such absolute confidence." Jarrod stared at the red corners of Stella's eyes, his gaze deadly cold. "Who do you think you are?"