Chapter 225 - If Only Adam Was Here With Me (1/2)

David was standing right outside the entrance of the salon Stella had walked in around half an hour earlier. Three shopping bags were dangling in his right hand as he held onto their handles while his other hand was tucked inside his pocket as he waited for the woman to come out.

It was a little over half an hour already and there was still no sign of Stella. He was about to give her a call but pushed down the idea when he remembered that he didn't have her phone number. 'This woman is seriously something.' He thought inwardly while tapping his foot on the floor as he was beginning to get impatient.

”There you are.” He heard her voice before his eyes landed on her figure.

He saw her walking out of the salon and felt his breathing stopped when his gaze shifted to her hair. The once long and silky locks which reached up to her waist were now bouncing above her shoulders as she walked towards him.

”Why?” He glared at her.

”What why?” Stella gave him a confused look when she saw the displeased look which was marring his face.

”Why would you do that?” She saw him shaking his head.

”Do what?” She couldn't hold back and raised her voice a couple of notches before lowering it down again as the realization of being in public dawned on her. ”Can you stop with that? Just be straight with your questions.” She whisper-yelled at him.

”I meant your hair.” He added, pointing towards her hair. ”Why would you cut them so short? They were so good earlier.” He pursed his thin lips as he reminiscenced about the long locks of her hair.

”Hey! They are still good. I like them more this way.” Stella narrowed her eyes at him and ran her fingers through her hair. She had herself asked the hairstylist to cut them this short and she was happy with her final look.

She had opted for a lob haircut and asked the hairstylist to keep the front locks a bit longer which gave her hair a pointed look after the side partition. After the haircut, he had given her a blow dry to keep them in style until she gets done with her day. Moreover, the haircut made her look younger than her usual self. She could be easily mistaken for a teenager now that her hair looked like this.

”And who the hell cares that you like them this way or not?” Stella pursed her lips in an adorable pout and furrowed her delicate brows. ”Who even asked for your opinion in the first place? And stop wasting more of my time, we are already ten minutes late for the meeting.” She humphed and walked past him, forcing him to follow her in silence.

'And who's the one behind our running late for the meeting.' He wanted to say it out loud to her face but decided against it. She would just start scolding him again while using the 'who's the boss' card.

They walked to the elevator with Stella walking two steps ahead of him. He continued to quietly follow her as he took care of his shopping bags, not bothering to even look up. His eyes were cast down on the floor, more specifically on the back of her block heeled boots.

His thoughts drifted back to last night when he was taking care of her injury. 'Aren't the boots hurting her? She should have gone for something more comfortable for her feet if she didn't want to have an off.' He frowned at her selection of foot wear. If only he could make her wear something else.

He followed her inside the glass elevator and stood right next to her. But before the doors could close a group of six girls rushed inside, preventing the door from closing. They were followed by four boys, making the whole space crowded. The duo were pushed all the way back and their backs were now leaving against the glass wall.

Stella took in a deep breath as she tried to divert her mind to somewhere else. She could feel a pair of eyes staring at her as soon as the doors closed. One of the boys who had entered earlier was continuously ogling at her. She hated such men, she hated the fact that they would go around staring at women with their pathetic gazes.

'If only Adam was here with me.' A thought popped into her mind as a sad smile embraced her lips. He would have used his own tall figure to block her small one from prying eyes. Before she could further think about the past and miss him more, she felt a shadow loom over her figure.