The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Do You Like Her?

"There. Done. Over. Finished. I can sleep now," Stella whispered, forcing herself to lie on her back again.

Miraculously, her body finally started to relax.

Her mind slowed down.

Her eyelids grew heavy.

Sleepiness washed over her like a warm wave.

She was just drifting off when her phone vibrated.

Her soul left her body.

She stared at the nightstand. The phone vibrated again. Her heart pounded wildly, but she did not reach for it.

Not yet.

Touching it felt like opening a cursed artifact that might explode in her face.

Finally, very slowly, she extended her hand, grabbed the phone, and took a deep breath before looking.

Dylan’s name glowed on the screen.

Her heart did a weird flip. She nervously opened the message.

It was short.

Very short.

Only one word.

"Ok!"

Stella blinked.

Then blinked again.

That was it?

No questions? No complaints? No confusion? No panic? No long paragraph politely declining?

Just Ok!

She stared at the screen for a long moment, stunned.

Her heart, which had been ready to sprint away, softened instead.

And, before she even realized it, a small smile tugged at her lips.

She did not know why she was smiling. She told herself it was a relief. Her heart, however, knew better.

...

Meanwhile, on the twenty-fourth floor, Dylan sat on Collins’s couch with a cold beer in hand.

The television was muted, the city lights glowed through the tall windows, and Collins was happily retelling the parts of the story Dylan wanted to hear.

A few minutes later...

Collins leaned back and exhaled loudly.

"Well, man, you know the rest. It was all over the news that Lana sent gangsters to kidnap Stella."

Dylan’s jaw tightened in a way only a trained observer could notice.

"Yeah, I read it. I still can’t believe that woman had the guts to do that," he said casually.

However, his eyes betrayed a sharp annoyance that made Collins squint suspiciously.

Collins rubbed his forehead as a frown formed. Something did not add up. Dylan looked too invested. Too tense. Too... something. He crossed his arms and studied him with full suspicion.

"Why do you suddenly ask about it?" Collins asked slowly.

Dylan took a sip of his beer. "Just curious..." he replied, although his tone was a little too quick.

Collins narrowed his eyes more. He can’t ignore his curiosity. "Curious? You? When did you start getting curious about women outside the company? And Stella? Out of all people? What is going on?"

"Nothing," Dylan answered, trying to sound bored. "Man, did you forget I’m the one who helped her that night? Damn! You’re overthinking."

"Well, man, I think just enough," Collins muttered. "Hold on... no way. Are you interested in her?" His face brightened in slow realization. "You are, aren’t you? You are absolutely into her!"

Dylan choked on his own beer. "What? No. Why would you say that?"

"Because you are acting strange, Dylan. Very strange. Strange enough to make me think you possibly like Stella."

Dylan cleared his throat and set the beer aside. "You watch too many dramas. Stop assuming!"

"I’m not. Well, you look weird and avoid eye contact every time I say her name."

"No, I do not."

"You just did."

"I did not."

"Hi Dylan, my mother knows about you helping me that night. And she asks you to come to dinner with us this Friday night."

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