Chapter 91
While waiting in the living room, Stephen found himself unable to focus on the financial news or international news. Even the newspaper he held was one he had already read.
As his arciety over Layla’s return grew, he suddenly heard a car approaching the front of the house. Stephen stood up and walked over..
As he stepped out, he saw Benson marveling at his surroundings while Layla was getting out of the car.
Stephen glanced at Benson before descending the steps and reaching out to hold Layla. “Did you drink? Why didn’t you get me to pick you up? Why did you have a colleague bring you home instead?”
“Get lost, don’t touch me.” Layla shook off his hand angrily and stormed into the living
This left Benson at the entrance, overwhelmed with excitement at seeing Stephen his idol up close. He approached Stephen and bowed slightly.
“Stephen, no I mean, hello Mr. Yates. I’m Layla’s colleague, and I’ve admired you for a long time. She got drunk tonight and asked me to bring her home.”
Stephen looked at the awkward–looking young man in front of him, noticing the familiar tie around his neck and the words he had just blurted out. “Thank you.” Benson quickly waved. “No need to thank me, Mr. Yates. Layla had a fight tonight, so she might be in a bad mood.”
Stephen glanced back at the living room, where Layla was furiously smashing things. “With who?”
“Well, I don’t know either. Layla called her name twice, but I didn’t catch it. It seemed like… Mr. Yates, you’ve carried her once.”
Benson’s mind echoed with the last part of the sentence without spealing out loud. Even with his low emotional intelligence, he knew better than to say that out loud.
“It seems like someone you know. And all our colleagues found out about Layla’s identity tonight.”
Stephen paused for a few seconds, not giving away any idea of the thoughts in his mind. “It’s late. You can take Layla’s car back. I’ll drive her to work tomorrow.” After sending Benson away, Stephen returned to the living room, but Layla wasn’t around. He went straight upstairs to their bedroom.
“Grandpa, did you hear about what people are saying about you and me? They’re saying that the Murray family is now controlled by Stephen and that you schemed to send me to his bed.
When someone insulted me today, I couldn’t even talkback. And you’re st
still plotting with him and planning how I’ll give him a child. Can’t you show a little dignity?”
As Layla spoke, she began to cry. She would only allow herself to show her vulnerable side to Robert.
Stephen entered the room and sat on the couch “Layla, Grandpa and I didn’t scheme against you.”
“Shut up.” Layla continued to sob and complain to Robert, who comforted her softly.
“clay, I’ll come home. Don’t cry. I’ll come home, and I won’t get Stephen to run things anymore, okay?”
Layla’s grievances eased slightly at Robert’s promise to return. “Grandpa, when you come back, can you also drive her family business away?”
“Alright, I’ll give Stephen a call.”
“No, don’t. He’s the one who invited her back” Layla’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Stephen
Stephen sat calmly waiting for her. He knew she could eventually come to her to vent her anger and learn the full story. She couldn’t keep her temper bottled up for long
Sure enough, Layla turned to him after hanging up the phone. While she could act spoiled and complain to Robert, she had no patience for Stephen
“Stephen, your junior has returned, so why are you still in my bedroom? Go to the hotel and be with her
“If you’re late, she might faint. And if you don’t carry her, she won’t wake up.”
“Aria’s back?” Stephen immediately guessed who Layla was referring to.
Aria was the reason their sibling–like relationship had started to strain. A small disagreement like that had eventually turned into the deep–seated conflict that now existed between them
“You have an excellent memory. Now that Grandpa isn’t home, you can just bring your side chick
Stephen shouted sternly to cut her off, “Layla Murray! This is the last time I’ll tell you that I do not have any side chicks.”
