Stella's POV:
James was stronger than I ever imagined.
I was wrapped up like a ball, but he carried me as cool as a cucumber.
James entered the room and threw me onto the sofa so hard that my head started spinning.
The house, which had the same structure as mine, was brightly lit up, with its light green country-style sofa and creamy furniture, a stark contrast to his domineering aura.
James took off his coat and suit jacket and threw them on the single sofa opposite.
Wearing a white shirt, he plopped down beside me, his deep eyes slightly glazed from alcohol, lacking their usual sharp coldness.
His calmness made him even more difficult to read.
I didn't want to be this close to him.
I steadied myself against the sofa, feeling utterly disheveled in my thick layers of clothes.
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