[NEW] Would a woman in her 30s who vowed to stay single, bend her rules for a young hot-shot who gets more than what he bargained for?
Stella Lee would never give up her freedom for ANY man. Not until she meets a man preoccupied with his own endeavo...
Give them a taste of what they can't have and they will crawl for it
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Appearances could be deceiving, and Stella knew that experience and quality were what truly mattered. When she looked at the boy in front of her, with naturally pouty, swollen lips, slurping messily at the steaming noodles like a child, she couldn't help but feel a lack of fondness towards children. In her opinion, they weren't significant contributors to the world. The only kid she ever truly loved was her own.
"Is it that good?" Her mocking tone caught Jimin's attention, and he looked up with a hint of mischief, the opposite of what she expected. She had barely started eating and he was already halfway down his bowl.
It wasn't her intention to come off as judgmental, but Jimin had a big appetite. How did he even stay so fit? Stella felt like she gained a kilo just by looking at the thick, umami noodles.
"Want me to feed you, too?" Jimin grinned playfully, licking his lips clean. Sweat formed on his thick brows, accentuating the intensity of his gaze fixed on Stella's mouth.
She blinked, slightly taken aback, and cleared her throat, diverting. God, why was she acting like a nervous wreck in front of him? He was just a kid. Stella had to remind herself again. A mature woman should not be acting like this.
"I'm perfectly capable, thank you," she replied with a sarcastic edge, straightening her posture.
Jimin chuckled, giving her a lingering glance before diving back into his meal. Time seemed to vanish as they both fell into a quiet state, savoring the hearty food. Jimin's knee casually brushed against Stella's leg beneath the table, causing her heart to race with each subtle touch, but she tried to act nonchalant in case he was waiting for a reaction out of her, which she would never give him the satisfaction of seeing.
He was lucky she was in a better mood than earlier, Stella would have kicked him in the balls and broken his perfectly shaped jaw.
In her mind, Stella entertained thoughts of retaliating against Jimin's arrogance, but the memory of Seokjin's haunting face always held her back. She knew that violent impulses were not the solution.
To regain her composure, she decided to excuse herself to the restroom, only to find it was nonexistent. The kind old woman offered her own space, but Stella declined politely, "Oh no, it's not that urgent. It's not a number two."
Chuckling, the woman replied, "Are you sure, dear? You must've really enjoyed the soup."
"Yes, I did. Thank you." Stella was about to reach for her wallet when she remembered she had left it with Jimin. Despite her lingering mistrust, she was certain he wouldn't take anything valuable.
