Chapter 134 - It Smells Of You (2/2)

”You smile and laugh with Blake.” Stella raised an eyebrow at him.

”He's my childhood best friend love.” Adam gave her a cheeky smile. ”And you smile and laugh with Scott. At least Blake is of the same gender as me.” He added with a smirk.

Stella pursed her lips in a pout before replying back to him. ”Blake can be an exception.”

”Scott can be an exception as well.” Adam kissed the side of her head.

”And you can stay out late. Just don't drink too much and don't drive back yourself even if you have a single glass of alcohol. Ask Edward to drop you off.” Stella gave him a warning glare. ”And stay away from girls.”

”You don't have to worry about that.” Adam replied as he tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear. He sometimes wondered how they manage to escape from her bun every time even though they were long.

”Finish your steak now.” Adam added.

”Who was the one to interrupt me in the first place?” Stella shot him an accusing look before turning his attention back to the steak which was calling her.

'The chefs here are so good. I wish I could just kiss their hands.' She thought inwardly, fully aware of the fact that if she said it out loud, the man sitting next to her may drown in vinegar.

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”Sleep now.” Adam snatched away the novel from her hand. ”Why are you always reading something?”

”I don't have any office work to do and I get bored easily.” She replied to him.

”You don't have any office work 'left' to do because you finish it way ahead of time.” Adam raised an eyebrow at her.

”As if you don't do the same.” Stella replied, sticking her tongue out.

”I am the President of the Corp. I am supposed to be doing that.” Adam retorted back, shaking his head sideways.

”I am the President's assistant. I am supposed to be doing that as well.” She cheekily smiled at him.

”Yeah, yeah! You are the President's girl, you are allowed to do whatever you'd like to.” He patted her head before pulling up the duvet upto her chin.

”What's with you sleeping with my pillow when I am out?” He asked her as his gaze landed on his pillow which was being crushed in a tight hug.

”It smells of you.” Her reply melted his heart.

”Sleep now, my little elf.” He said as he kissed her forehead.

Stella hummed and closed her eyes. She had somehow gotten used to the nickname.