Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!

Chapter 1094: Transaction

"Second Young Master Warner?""What’s wrong with Second Young Master?"

Stella Charlie bent down and set the tray on the floor, about to step forward to stop him, but Chloe Swift had already rushed up from behind and wrapped her arms around Vincent Warner’s waist. "Sean, what are you doing?! Stop hitting him!"

The man being hit was completely baffled. Holding his bleeding nose, he saw that the one throwing punches was Vincent Warner, and though furious, he didn’t dare say a word.

"Get lost."

Ignoring everyone around him, Vincent grabbed Stella Charlie’s wrist and dragged her away.

Stella felt like the bones in her wrist were about to be crushed by his grip, but she didn’t dare make a sound.

In a blind corner of the empty corridor, Vincent looked her up and down, taking in what she was wearing. His face was dark, his tone icy and cutting. "Did I not give you enough money to spend?"

Stella pressed her lips together, lowered her head, and said nothing.

"What are you wearing? Do you have any idea what kind of place this is? Dressed like this, what difference is there between you and those women out there?!"

Stella froze, then lifted her head in shock to look at Vincent.

It felt like a nail had been driven hard into her heart. Her eyes grew wet and rimmed with red.

If anyone else had said this, she wouldn’t have cared.

But it had to be Vincent.

"...Then why are you with her?" Stella’s eyes blurred with tears; her voice was low, questioning, with a faint tremor.

Vincent drew in a deep breath, forcing down the anger from moments ago. He didn’t explain a thing, just yanked off his jacket and shoved it over her shoulders. "Go home. Don’t let me find out you’re doing this kind of work again."

Stella didn’t press him any further. She reached up and tugged the coat from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then walked away from him without a backward glance.

"Stella Charlie!"

The girl who had always been so obedient didn’t stop for him this time.

She left the banquet, but she didn’t go home.

She hung up on Vincent’s call and in the end turned off her phone.

It suddenly struck her that what the people at school said wasn’t wrong at all—she really was just a college girl kept by Vincent.

Maybe that was exactly how Vincent saw her too. That was why he kept tangling with Chloe Swift over and over.

Maybe he had never even thought about actually marrying her. Maybe he just thought she was easy to fool, that a few vague promises were enough to make her give him everything.

Stella didn’t go home all night, and her phone stayed off the whole time.

The next day, Vincent went straight to her campus and blocked her in, dragging her into the car in front of a crowd of people.

He was furious, like he’d been looking for her the whole night. The bloodshot veins in his eyes were faintly visible.

"Where were you last night?"

Stella acted as if she hadn’t heard him, turning her head to look out the window.

"I’m talking to you." Vincent’s patience was steadily wearing thin.

Stella’s silence only stoked his irritation even more.

Ignoring the ringing of the class bell, he drove the car out of the campus and headed toward home.

As soon as they stepped through the door, Vincent yanked at her shirt, ripping the buttons and forcing it open as he checked her body for marks. "I asked you where you were last night?!"

His actions were like a sharp thorn stabbing into Stella—he was suspicious of her.

Maybe in his heart, he had always seen her as just some loose woman.

That was why he was rough every single time. Stella didn’t struggle, didn’t respond, didn’t explain, and she didn’t mention breaking up.

Because they weren’t even a couple to begin with. It was just a transaction of money and desire.

Vincent left Stella shattered on the floor and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Stella curled up on the rug by the entryway. Only then did a mist rise in her dry eyes, but no tears fell.