Love After Divorce

Chapter 216: Gosh… Beep, beep, beep.

Hello? The girl who was sitting not far away held the mobile phone with an inexplicable expression on her face.

Thats strange.

Why did someone call and then hang up again? And the person didnt say anything.

Whose mobile phone is it? I dont know; I just saw that the phone kept ringing, so I kindly helped to pass on the message, the girl said with a puzzled look.

Three minutes later, the two of them finished singing.

When Stella came back, she saw her phone lying there quietly.

It seemed that the other party had given up on calling her! This time, Stellas heart felt more relaxed! Hey, by the way, is that your phone, Stella? As soon as Stella sat down, the person sitting next to Kelly took the initiative to ask.

Stella looked at the phone and nodded.

Yes, whats wrong? Oh, I saw that your phone was ringing all the time, so I answered it for you! However, who knew that after a few seconds, the other party hung up the phone without saying anything? The girl explained, looking puzzled.

Stella, I am sorry, I didnt mean to answer the phone for you.

I was just looking at the phone, and it kept ringing.

I was afraid it would disturb your singing with Steven, so I answered it.

As she spoke, the girl was afraid she had made Stella unhappy.

After that, she used another way to praise her.

She continued, However, Stella, you sang very well just now! Especially the song that you sang with Steven.

You sounded amazing! You two are a good match! Stella was speechless.

gⱯlnσν????????s․com is your storytelling haven Now, all Stellas attention was focused on the phone call.

That man not only knew that she was not at home but also that she had gone to karaoke.

If she went back, what could she do? Stella… What are you worried about? Kelly, who was sitting next to her, heard the conversation and said, Its just a phone call.

Youre already an adult! Whats wrong with going to karaoke to sing? What does it have to do with him? You have nothing to do with him! If he wants to care about you… If he has the ability, then he should marry you! Stella was speechless.

What a coincidence! She had just married that man.

However, the difference was that this fact couldnt be known by others.

It seemed that no one had ever taken the first step in their relationship.

At the same time, Stella also knew that the marriage would not last long.

Since it would not last long, she did not want to discuss it with anyone else.

In particular, she didnt tell the outside world that as a college girl, she didnt want to take the initiative to talk about her marriage with others.

Kelly said, Come on! Stella, come out to have fun! Look at your face.

Why are you so worried? Whats more, we havent seen each other for a long time.

Look at you! Its rare for you to be out like this.

I will be sad! Left with no other choice, Stella had to continue playing.

However, in her heart, she was still thinking about RK finding out that she had gone to karaoke.

Would he come after her later? Thinking of that made Stella a little flustered.

Then, the cheerful atmosphere in the private room soon returned to normal.

Steven had previously asked a waitress to buy some disinfectant cream for her.

Steven took it and squatted down in front of Stella again.

He knelt on one knee and placed Stellas leg on his.

Stella, shall I apply the cream for you? Steven asked gently.

As he said that, since he had already asked before, this time, he didnt ask any more questions.

Instead, he took the initiative to put Stellas leg on his and began to carefully apply the cream.

Bang… Suddenly, the door of the private room was pushed open by someone from the outside.

Many people present were shocked.

The group of people looked up.

RKs tall and straight figure appeared in front of everyone.

Next to him, two bodyguards opened the door for him, followed by a few bodyguards and people from the RK mansion.

That group of people in black… At a glance, those who didnt know would think they were robbers from the underworld! How come… .

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