Chapter 262:
Stella, still in her crisp work shirt, looked oddly formal among the crowd of women shimmering in slinky dresses and bold colors.
Stella let out a warm laugh, shaking her head at Sharon. “You think sexy is all about bare skin? Please. Real appeal’s in the confidence. It’s an attitude.” With a quick flick, she loosened her hair and popped open two shirt buttons, her smooth collarbone catching the dance floor’s shifting lights.
In an instant, the air around her seemed to spark—sophistication melting into something daring.
As the DJ dropped the beat, Stella caught Sharon’s hand and led her straight onto the stage.
With every beat vibrating through the floor, Stella’s smile bloomed—radiant and full of life, like a rose opening under sunlight.
She moved with effortless grace, her every step laced with magnetic charm. In that electric moment, she felt weightless—wild, unburdened, and completely free.
Almost every guy in the room couldn’t stop staring at Stella, as if their eyes were stuck on her.
Even with the dim lights, it was easy to see just how stunning she looked—her face soft and striking, her eyes glowing with emotion.
As the music came to an end, Stella took Sharon’s hand and led her off the stage.
Right away, a few men stepped forward, eager to talk. “Hey,” one of them said with a smile, “your dance was amazing. Think we could hang out sometime?”
“Sorry,” Stella replied, keeping her voice polite but firm, “I’m already here with someone.”
They were just turning back toward their table when a loud, teasing voice called out across the room. “Well, look who it is—Stella!”
Johnny’s grin was wide as he nudged the man beside him. “Marc, check it out—it’s your ex-wife!”
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Marc had already heard the recording Stella posted earlier that day, and it had put him in a terrible mood. He’d come out drinking with some friends to blow off steam. Running into Stella here wasn’t something he had planned on.
“I told you the one dancing like that was Stella, but you didn’t believe me!” Johnny said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
Tommy, who was sitting next to him, gave his arm a small tug, trying to get him to stop.
Marc let out a slow breath and stood up, locking eyes with Stella.
“Stel,” he said, his voice low, “What are you doing in a place like this? This place is shady. Come on—I’ll take you home.”
Stella raised her eyebrows and gave a short, dry laugh. “Really? But you’re here too, Mr. Walsh. Does that make you a shady person too?”
Marc hesitated, caught off guard. “I… I’m not like the others.”
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