Chapter 51
Chester stood tall, a suit jacket draped over his arm. His hair fell slightly tousled across his forehead from the wind. His well- defined eyebrows framed his eyes
which made him look relaxed and easygoing
Hector struggled to maintain a serious expression, desperately trying to hide his laughter. It was clear that he had tipped Chester. off about his meeting with Giselle. Coincidence didn’t exist in this scenario.
It was amusing how Chester tried to play it off. Nothing was simply destined to occur. In reality, it was all part of his plan.
Giselle replied calmly, “What a coincidence.”
The exchange between the two resembled a human–machine interaction. Hector found it fascinating and wished to observe it a bit longer, but a sharp glance from Chester silenced him immediately.
Hector cleared his throat and said, “I left something in the private room. I’ll get it. You two chat first.”
After that, he left.
Once he departed, Giselle felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her and contemplated an excuse to escape the situation. Yet, Chester asked, “Ms. Stone, would you mind giving me a ride tonight?”
Giselle politely declined, saying, “You can wait for Mr. Shaw. I’m not the best driver.”
Chester asked, “Would you mistake the accelerator with the brake?”
“Not that bad.” She questioned if Hector’s past actions could have traumatized Chester.
“That’s good enough. My driver was unable to make it due to an urgent matter. I just had a drink. If this makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to ignore what I’ve said. Don’t feel pressured.”
Chester’s tactic of retreating to advance made it hard for Giselle to say no. He had helped her a lot at the beginning, so refusing a simple ride would seem ungrateful..
Chester sat in the passenger seat of Giselle’s car. The interior exuded warmth and comfort, with a delightful fragrance wafting through the air. He half–closed his eyes, relaxed his tense nerves, and savored a sense of leisure he hadn’t felt in a long time.
The silence during the journey put Giselle at ease.
As she was about to reach Chester’s house, she heard him ask, “Has Jonathan pestered you lately?”
“Not at all.”
Since their last meet–up, Jonathan had remained truly an ex, not returning to her life. Giselle felt happy and at peace. “That’s good.”
Tony appeared to be very efficient in his work.
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Chester stepped out of the car, reminding Giselle to drive carefully on her way home and to message him once she arrived safely.
After he watched the car fade from sight, he turned and made his way into the villa.
He bowed his head, idly scrolling through his phone with one hand as he shared his second–ever Instagram story. The image
showcased his slender right hand, its joints clearly defined.
Yet, upon closer inspection, the corner of the photo revealed a steering wheel, unmistakably held by a woman’s hand.
Before long, he received several responses. “Dude, when did you hire a female driver?”
“Are you hinting that you have a partner? Time to celebrate!”
By the time Giselle arrived home, it was already 11:00 pm. She first sent a message to Chester before washing up and getting ready
to put in some overtime.
The living room radiated a cozy ambiance, illuminated by warm lights as soothing music flowed from the Bluetooth speaker. Giselle sat cross–legged on the carpet, her long hair still partially damp, perfectly framing her smooth and beautiful profile.
The phone was positioned perfectly for a live stream. Typically, she streamed for four hours each afternoon, but tonight marked.
her first additional session.
One by one, viewers joined her stream, showering her with small gifts. Then, Giselle greeted them, “Good evening.”
