Chapter 33 An Accidental Touch
Chapter 33 An Accidental Touch
The Cheater: “What’s this, a state banquet?”
Make It Rain- “Want Ms. Tina to cosplay me at work while I go play with Stella!”
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Several days passed, and Stella still hadn’t gotten any useful leads.
Every day, she sent Jackson the same message: “Did anyone pick a fight with you today?”
Jackson always replied coolly with one word: “No.”
Quinton also reported Jackson’s every move to her each day–no one had picked on him.
It was safe to say Jackson was a model student.
His days consisted of studying diligently, going to the restroom, and eating.
Stella had no other ideas for now.
Mornings, she mooched off Nathan’s breakfast; during the day, she read in Ethan’s office.
The SAT format had changed over the past eleven years, so she needed to review and practice.
Her goal was still to be Ashford’s SAT top scorer.
At night, she sometimes had Nathan’s homemade late–night snacks, other times ones he’d brought back from outside.
Even though she’d told Ethan he didn’t need to pick her up, he still worried Nathan might think he’d gone back on his word. so every morning it was either him or Tina driving her to the office.
Stella didn’t mind–she could spend her day anywhere.
That evening, she was on the sofa eating fruit when a message popped up from Quinton.
This Sunday, our school has a friendly basketball game with another high school. Want to come watch?”
Stella speared a piece of fruit and popped it into her mouth, her eyes harrowing slightly.
Ashford High had always believed in balancing work and play. Apparently, some traditions never changed.
She bit lightly on the fork and typed back: “Is Jackson playing?”
Quinton replied quickly: “Yeah, he’s our team captain.
Stella hadn’t expected Lucas’s younger brother to be so outstanding–top–notch both academically and athletically.
Back in the day, Lucas had always been at the bottom of the class.
The family must have considered the “main account” a lost cause and started leveling up
If Jackson was going, she’d definitely be there.
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Hasketball games, with all those reeriage hormones pumping, made it easy for conflicts to spark.
Which school is Ashford High playing against?” she asked.
Quiton: “Trinity High–the one with terrible grades”
Stella typed one–handed “Alright, see you then!”
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Chapter 33 An Accidental Touch
A faint sound of someone sucking in a breath made Stella look up.
She saw the handsome man frowning slightly, his dark eyes fixed on the coffee table.
Following his gaze, she saw a wrist with a green Patek Philippe watch.
The pale, elegant hand it was attached to had a few faint veins running across it–strikingly attractive.
And right now, it had a silver metal fork sticking out of it
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Stella’s eyes went wide. She quickly pulled her hand back, realizing there were now two tiny punctures in the flawless skin.
It felt like the sky had fallen.
Her stupid hand–too much force!
She’d been looking at her phone while spearing fruit. The fruit had been missed; Nathan’s hand hadn’t.
He had a habit of slicing fruit to eat while working, and she’d been helping herself.
Now, forget about eating–she might just get kicked out.
th a loud clang, Stella flung the fork three meters away.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t seel” she blurted.
Nathan’s voice was still warm and pleasant. “It’s not your fault. I wasn’t paying attention when I took the fruit,”
She hadn’t expected him to be so calm–and to blame himself. Guilt welled up in her as she grabbed his hand to check the injury. “You’re way too nice. Out there, aren’t you afraid people will take advantage of you?”
It was absolutely her fault for jabbing blindly like that.
The soft, smooth feel of her hand on his made Nathan’s breathing hitch. His cars warmed, and a gleam of excitement and obsession lit his eyes.
Sparkle was holding his hand. So happy.
She’d finally turned her attention to him. So happy!
He forced himself to stay composed, adjusting his silver–rimmed glasses with his other hand. “Not many people try to push
me around.”
Now the two small punctures were bleeding, a jarring sight against his perfect hand.
Seeing it made Stella’s chest ache in sympathy.
