FreeNovelChapter 729
After a few rounds of drinks, everyone started playing games in the room. The smell of smoke and
alcohol mingled, making the room air unbearably cloudy.
The colleague next to Stella drunkenly persuaded her to have another drink. But, Stella waved her
hand through bleary eyes.
’I... I'm... going to the washroom. We'll... continue when I'm back," she said woozily.
The colleague delightedly urged her, "Hurry... Hurry up."
Stella grunted in response and staggered to her feet. Then, she stumbled her way to the door and
opened it before going out.
Leighton turned his head and glanced at her. Then, he stood up and said," I'm going outside to get
some air."
Stella immediately straightened her back the moment she went out the door.
She stretched her arms in the corridor. Then, she did a few standing splits.
Her flexibility was amazing. She did not look like the drunken person she was moments ago.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt'Sitting in that tiny, little chair was so uncomfortable,' she thought.
Stella moved around. She did a kick while looking around the corridor for a place to put her legs and
stretch them. Just as she turned around, she saw Leighton standing with a poker face behind her.
Well, it was not a poker face. Still, he had no facial expressions. It was probably because artists have
better expression management. However, his eyes were filled with shock, as if he had seen something
that turned his world upside down.
Meanwhile, Stella was still in a standing split pose.
She coughed and slowly lowered her leg. Then, she coughed again and greeted him.
"Hi."
The shock in Leighton's eyes slowly dispersed. He glanced at Stella. Just as he was about to speak,
the door behind him opened. His manager ran out and handed him a face mask and sunglasses.
"For goodness sake, do you know how much trouble that face of yours brings? Hurry up and put these
on!"
Leighton frowned. "Why do I need to wear a mask when I'm going to the washroom?"
Leighton's manager said, "Did you forget about the last time you were at the washroom when you went
for a meal? Do you think you only have female fans? Your male fans are even crazier!"
Then, he lowered his voice and continued, "You better keep it down a little when you're outside."
Leighton reluctantly kept quiet and obediently put on the sunglasses and face mask.
Stella felt a little amused as she listened at the sidelines as Leighton's manager rambled on. It was as if
he was coaxing a child.
Leighton seemed to notice her gaze, and he turned to look at her through his sunglasses. Stella
immediately dropped the expression and scurried into the washroom.
Leighton frowned, and he angrily told his manager, "This is all your fault!"
Leighton's manager twitched his lips. "If I didn't come, do you plan on pouncing onto your goddess and
scaring her to death?"
Leighton was displeased.
"I haven't even said a word to her yet!"
Leighton's manager snorted icily, "When you were inside just now, your gaze was practically glued onto
her! If I wasn't watching you and you had pounced on her, your fans would eat your goddess alive
tomorrow!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLeighton sheepishly shut his mouth. Moments later, he said in a low voice," She's different from what I
imagined."
Leighton's manager glanced at the man who was a popular idol in the eyes of millions of girls.
'Who the fuck would've thought that this bastard has a thing for voices? He's even a Dusk Galaxy
fanboy!' he thought.
He looked at Leighton's starstruck expression.
"Were you disenchanted after meeting her in real life?"
"Nope," Leighton thought of how Stella pretended to be drunk just now, only to reveal her true form the
moment she came outside. He immediately smiled and said, "She has an incredibly contrasting
personality; I love her even more now."
His manager had a speechless expression. "Just don't scare her away."
Leighton glanced at him displeasedly and replied, "I won't."
Then, he went to the washroom.
Stella only washed her hands and went to the window by the corridor to get some air.
'If I had known that these were people I don't know, I would've rejected Mr. Winfield's invite. If there are
too many strangers around, it's rather restricting because I can't be myself when eating or drinking. It's
no fun,' she thought.
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