He Never Noticed Me Until I Loved Someone Else novel Chapter 88

When she ran out of the house after being slapped, George couldn't have cared less.

But the moment a maid felt slighted, he was rushing to her defense.

He really did love anyone connected to Sylvia.

Stella found it entirely pathetic. She didn't even bother opening the messages, deleting them all with a single swipe.

She made herself a quick breakfast and started browsing real estate listings online.

With her divorce from Jarrod looming, she desperately needed to find a new place to live.

The Quinn family's financial situation wasn't bad at all.

When Seraphina turned eighteen, George had gifted her a whole apartment as a coming-of-age present.

It was only then that George miraculously remembered he had skipped Stella's nineteenth birthday without giving her a thing.

Feeling a fleeting twinge of guilt, he promised he would make up for it on her twentieth birthday.

Whether he had genuinely forgotten or Sylvia had explicitly forbidden it, the subject was never brought up again.

As a result, Stella didn't have a single property to her name.

Her salary over the past few years had been modest, and her daily expenses quickly drained her bank account.

Before Jarrod went abroad, he had given her a premium credit card.

But she strictly used it to cover household expenses like HOA fees, utilities, and property maintenance.

She never swiped his card for a single personal purchase.

Combined with her frequent visits to Grandma Margaret and the extra tips she gave Hannah, the private nurse, Stella had barely any savings left.

Fortunately, George had given her a Maserati as a wedding gift. She had never driven it, so she planned to sell it to scrape together a down payment for a modest apartment.

That way, if Grandma Margaret and Hannah ever needed to move in, they would have a safe place to stay.

During her lunch break, Stella made a quick trip to a luxury car dealership and then stopped by a real estate agency.

George called her several times while she was out, but she ignored every single one.

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"What did you want to say?"

Logan's voice suddenly cut through the silence from behind her.

Stella turned her head slowly, her eyes locking onto Logan's impossibly handsome face.

He was tall and lean, his features sharp and untamed. As he looked at her, his gaze was utterly detached, laced with a faint undercurrent of impatience.

Stella knew her stunt ruining his proposal had left him furious.

He was only here talking to her today as a favor to Skylar.

Before she saw him, Stella felt like she had a million things to say. But now, facing that cold stare, the words died in her throat.

"Are you going to talk? If not, I'm leaving." Logan had absolutely zero patience.

This was his standard attitude toward people he disliked. He despised wasting his time.

Once, she had basked in his exclusive, deep affection. Now, she was nothing more than a nuisance.

"Lolo, you just had your checkup. What did the doctor say? Are things stable?" Stella asked softly.