Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 120: Even Better Without Clothes

At this moment at the ’Aura’ club.

Stella Sterling frowned slightly, a bit frustrated, and the specially mixed cocktail in her hand lost its appeal.

She put down the glass and sighed softly. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

She had naturally witnessed the commotion outside just now.

Especially the scene where her brother Aidan Sterling held Elara Forrest’s hand and left...

It was really—

Once upon a time, she truly believed that Elara Forrest would be her future sister-in-law, and she really liked that gentle-speaking elder sister.

Until later, Elara Forrest left for Europe without saying a word...

During that time, Aidan was completely broken.

She saw first-hand how her brother drank heavily, raced cars, stayed out all night, and later went abroad to expand the market, missing for several years.

Although he inadvertently made a name for himself in the venture capital industry later on, his personality became more and more gloomy and harsh.

She hadn’t seen her brother smile in a long time.

"What’s wrong? What are you thinking about this time?"

Shane Donovan, seeing her looking listless like a wilted eggplant, extended his long arm to pull her into his embrace, gently scratched her sharp nose with his fingertip, "Your little frown can crush a mosquito."

Stella Sterling slapped Shane Donovan’s hand away, annoyed, "Stop it."

Shane Donovan took hold of her hand resting on her knee, and his thumb gently rubbed her sensitive fingertips, bringing a slight tingle.

Stella couldn’t help but glare at him, wanting to pull her hand back, but he held it even tighter.

"Don’t worry about your brother’s business." His voice was low, carrying a hint of indulgence, "He’s in his thirties, he can make his own judgments."

Stella frowned: "I’m just worried... if Elara suddenly came back to divorce and look for my brother... I’m afraid my brother would..."

"Hopeless romantic?" Shane raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Stella’s cheeks flushed slightly, struck right at her concern; she couldn’t refute.

Shane held her slender waist, pulling her closer, drawing circles lightly with his fingertip on her waist, "Don’t worry, she can’t get a divorce."

"How do you know?"

"Evan Hughes, the big mouth, told me," Shane spoke casually, "He has a friend in Europe who knows the Capet Family inside out. Claimed they’re noble, but they’ve been destitute for a while. These years the Forrest Family has been covering their losses, and now with failed investments on the brink of bankruptcy, they couldn’t possibly let go of Elara Forrest, their cash cow."

Stella widened her eyes in shock: "Isn’t the Forrest Family a scholarly family? How do they have so much money to cover losses?"

Shane chuckled, pinched her nose lightly, "Silly? The Forrest ancestors saved enough wealth, while not as much as a top-tier family, it’s enough to support a fallen aristocrat. The Capet Family is like a fallen phoenix, clinging to the Forrest Family’s last lifeline; there’s no way they’d let go easily?"

He paused, eyes filled with a knowing sarcasm, "Only the Forrest Family still treasures that illusory noble status like a gem, foolishly insisting on this alliance."

Stella nodded thoughtfully, then worried again, "What about my brother then..."

"Don’t worry," Shane pulled her closer as they walked out, pinching her waist with just the right force, "Your brother knows what he’s doing. But you..."

He suddenly pulled the young girl completely into his arms, staring at her with dark eyes, "The day after tomorrow, we’ll be engaged and my Mrs. Donovan still has time to worry about others? Hmm?"

The word "Mrs. Donovan" was uttered low and magnetically, carrying an indescribable tenderness.

Stella’s cheeks flushed, just about to retort, but her lips were sealed.

"Mmmm..."

...

Meanwhile, Aidan Sterling returned home with a sullen expression.

Only a floor lamp illuminated the living room, casting a long shadow of his tall figure in the dim yellow light.

He pulled off his tie and threw it on the sofa, but his mind uncontrollably recalled Elara Forrest’s eyes glistening with unshed tears...

A restless frustration.

He walked over to the liquor cabinet, poured a glass of red wine. The icy liquid slid down his throat, but couldn’t extinguish the irritation in his heart.

After a long while, he took out his phone and dialed his assistant’s number.

"Look into Elara Forrest," his voice was especially cold and hard in the silent room, "I want to know everything about her in Europe, especially her marital status."

The person on the other end agreed, then Aidan hung up the call, downing the rest of the wine in his cup.

An hour later, his phone rang.

"President Sterling, we found out. Miss Forrest returned to the country three days ago, currently residing at the old house of the Forrest Family. However..." The assistant paused, his tone somewhat hesitant, "Her marital status shows that she hasn’t gotten a divorce."

Aidan’s grip on the phone suddenly tightened, his knuckles turned white.

As expected.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was filled with chilling ice.

"Keep an eye on her." He instructed coldly, "Report any moves immediately."

After hanging up, Aidan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the grey sky outside, a self-mocking curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

——Knowing it’s a trap, yet still unable to stop himself from jumping in.

Truly ridiculous.

...

The chill of winter in Kaelon deepened, but the Donovan Family’s old house was bustling due to the upcoming engagement party.

Details were tedious.

Just for the customization of attire, three groups of people had come, for a Chinese dragon and phoenix gown, a Western wedding dress, and a tea ceremony dress...

Stella, manipulated for measurements and fabric selection, stood for half a day, leaving her with an aching back.

When Shane Donovan finished dealing with work and returned, he saw his little fiancée slumped on the living room sofa, like a little liquid kitten melted by the sun.

He waved away the servants, approached, and naturally placed his warm hand on her lower back, kneading it with just the right pressure.

"Mmm..." The ache was relieved by the just-right pressure, Stella murmured comfortably, burying her face in the soft pillow, her voice muffled, "Shane Donovan, why is getting engaged so troublesome..."

Shane laughed, leaning by her ear, his breath warm, "Already finding it troublesome? What about when we get married?"

His fingertips gently traced her sensitive side, sending a shiver through her, "Or is it that... Mrs. Donovan wants to skip the engagement and go straight to the bridal chamber with me?"

"You!" Stella bristled instantly, turning to glare at him, only to have him sneak a kiss on her lips in the process.

"If you’re tired, you don’t have to try it on. Let them leave the designs and samples; you can look at them at home." He scooped her up, holding her in his arms, his chin resting on her hair, "Pick whichever you like, have them redo what you don’t like."

"Who acts like this..."

"What am I doing?" Shane raised an eyebrow, playing with her slender fingers, "My fiancée can do whatever makes her comfortable."

He paused, his tone carrying an effortless dominance, "Besides, you look good in anything, and even better in... nothing."

Stella’s cheeks turned red, and she elbowed him, "Shane Donovan! Have some shame!"

"How will I chase my wife without some shamelessness?" he said confidently, pulling her more securely into his embrace, his low voice carrying a hint of temptation, "Call me ’husband’ and I’ll take care of everything for tomorrow."

"Keep dreaming!" Stella wriggled in his arms with shame and annoyance, yet he quelled her resistance.

The two laughed and fooled around on the sofa, and for a moment, it seemed like the air was filled with a sweet, sticky atmosphere...