Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 199: Leaving Him Hanging, Luring Him In

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Leaving Him Hanging, Luring Him In

Did Stella Grant really bully him?

Both of them knew the truth.

She did.

But Stella Grant didn’t admit it.

Walking side by side into the community, Silas Sutton casually said, "This scene suddenly makes me think of us in our seventies or eighties."

Stella Grant heard this, and her heart skipped a beat, causing her steps to slow down a bit.

Silas Sutton continued, "By then, we’d be old, no need to work, take strolls to the park every day, then stroll back and buy groceries at the supermarket at the community entrance..."

Stella Grant lowered her gaze, "Silas Sutton."

Silas Sutton responded, "Hmm?"

Stella Grant took a breath, "Don’t paint a rosy picture."

Silas Sutton turned his head to look at her, his voice low, "How do you know I’m painting a picture?"

Stella Grant looked up to meet his eyes, "It’s too perfect."

Too perfect, too happy.

At a glance, it’s a fantasy.

And the kind sprinkled with sesame seeds.

Whether it’s filling or not, it will definitely be tempting.

Their gazes met, Silas Sutton’s eyes were dark and deep. After a moment, he moved his thin lips and said, "Stella Grant, is it that hard to believe I like you?"

Stella Grant diverted her gaze, "Not hard."

After saying that, Stella Grant paused before adding, "It’s not hard to believe you like me. What’s hard is believing this feeling will last."

Silas Sutton, "How do you know it won’t last if you don’t try?"

Stella Grant’s lips curled slightly in a half-smile, "Silas Sutton, I’ll be 27 in a few months. If I try with you for a few years and find out it’s wrong, then in my thirties, with no savings, no house, no car, starting over with a new boyfriend..."

The cost of trial and error is too high.

Although everyone says society is very tolerant of women now, it’s really not.

Men in their thirties who aren’t married, as long as they’re successful, are praised for being career-focused.

But if a woman is unmarried in her thirties, even if she’s successful, gossip is inevitable.

And with Silas Sutton’s status, if they break up, no man in Veridia would dare to want her.

Of course, she could also choose not to marry.

After all, she didn’t have much expectation about marriage.

But, she’s afraid.

Afraid she won’t be able to let go at that time.

Unable to let go of him.

When this thought popped into her head, Stella Grant was taken aback.

Why would she fear being unable to let go of Silas Sutton?

Silas Sutton caught every change in Stella Grant’s expression.

Silas Sutton thought she was resistant to discussing this topic and didn’t say anything more, pulling out a cigarette pack with one hand and lighting one.

The smoke soothed Silas Sutton’s anxious mood.

He felt that one day Stella Grant would drive him crazy.

Teasing him, alluring him, giving him, but not letting him be assured.

With the topic at this point, neither of them said anything else.

Back home, Stella Grant changed into slippers at the entrance and went to the kitchen, while Silas Sutton stood at the door smoking.

After finishing the cigarette, Silas Sutton changed into slippers and stepped inside.

Standing outside the kitchen, watching Stella Grant for a while, he strode to her back, wrapped his arm around her waist, and lowered his head to her ear, saying, "Stella Grant, you did it on purpose."

Stella Grant pursed her lips and didn’t move.

Silas Sutton used his other hand to turn off the heat and bit her neck.

Stella Grant’s whole body tensed up suddenly, and the next second, Silas Sutton eased his bite, gently licking where he had bitten, his voice low and slightly aggrieved, "Stella Grant, can’t you be less heartless?"

Stella Grant’s fingers on the stove turned pale, "I’m cooking."

Silas Sutton, "No more cooking, let’s make..."

Stella Grant’s waist stiffened where he held her.

Silas Sutton continued, "Love."

Stella Grant never thought this would happen in the kitchen.

The pot in front, though the heat was off, still had steam coming from the boiling water, misting her eyes.

Stella Grant’s body felt weak, holding on with sheer will.

Silas Sutton, looking dapper, had only unbuckled his belt, the hem of his black shirt lifted to reveal some abs.

As the heat wave hit, Stella Grant bit her lip tightly.

Silas Sutton raised the hand braced beside her, brushed her lips, and his index finger teasingly tapped her lip, hoarsely saying from behind her, "Bite."

Stella Grant didn’t move, the red on her ears spread to the base of her neck.

Suddenly, Silas Sutton teased, suggestively, "What are you thinking? I meant for you to bite me, not yourself."

As Silas Sutton’s words fell, Stella Grant parted her lips and bit down on his finger.

Silas Sutton’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his long fingers probed in a bit more.

In an instant, his fingers were enveloped by the warmth of Stella Grant’s mouth.