COLD

Chapter 19 Why is Stella wearing the boss's suit?

After taking some sips, Stella's face was flushed red. She looked at Reagan who had been looking at her since she entered and felt bubbles in her stomach.

Seeing that she had drank too much and had gotten drunk, Reagan walked towards her and took the drink from her wavering hand.

" Hey, give it back to me!" Stella said as she tried to get up from the chair but staggered and fell back. Her head was spinning and she felt dizzy.

" You have drank too much and now you are drunk." Reagan said as he walked towards the wine cabinet, opened it and took out a small bottle. Then he walked and stood in front of her.

" What's that, what's. . . In your hand?" Stella asked coquettishly as she stuck out her tongue and licked her dry lip.

Reagan's eyes darkened at her careless behavior and said, "Open your mouth and take the medicine." He said as he poured the hangover medicine into a small measuring cup.

" No, I won't drink it." Stella stubbornly refused as she stood up from the chair and walked away from him. She staggered and almost fell multiple times.

Reagan walked back to his seat indifferently. He dropped the bottle on his table and sat down watching her. " Your choice, when you are ready to take it, it's over there." Reagan said then picked up his phone.

Stella walked around his office, looking at everything her eyes came in contact with. She stood in the balcony and looked at the city below her. A wave of cold breeze suddenly swept pass her.

She shivered and quickly walked back into the office with her hands folded, trying to find warmth. She looked around the office and saw a jacket laying on the table.

Without wasting time, she walked towards the table and picked up the suit jacket, without asking, she pushed her two hands inside and buttoned it up.

Her petite figure inside the big suit looked extremely cute. Her two hands were lost inside the suit and the size was funny.

Reagan admired her boldness. Calmly putting on his suit without even asking him. He wanted to laugh at her small body but still kept a calm and indifferent gaze.

Stella felt warm inside the black suit. She cuddled it a few times before picking up the tie that was on the table. She looked at Reagan's loosed collars and walked towards him with the tie in her hand.

Stopping in front of him, Stella stretched her hands and took the initiative to button his shirt. Immediately after her soft hands touched his hard and firm chest, she felt a strong current pass through her body.

Stella was shocked but didn't stop. She succeeded in buttoning one but before her hands got to the other button, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her small and delicate wrist.

" Ahh!" Stella instantly cried out in pain.

Hearing her cry, Reagan quickly loosened his grip on her hand. He thought that if he still held it tight, it would snap.

" What are you doing?" Reagan asked with heavy breaths.
Stella looked at him innocently and replied, "I'm helping you dress well so you wouldn't look indecent." Stella was still under the influence so she couldn't think straight.

Stella thought they was nothing wrong with what she was doing but she didn't know that when her soft hands subconsciously touched Reagan's hard chest, a fire was ignited inside him.

Reagan pushed her hand away. "I like the way I look, do you have a problem with that?" He asked.

Stella shook her head. "No boss, you look perfect, I don't have a problem with it."