276 Chapter 276: A Dull Look (1/2)

A red car was parked next to Kylie. It belonged to Dinah. Dinah poked her head out and smiled. She said, ”I can tell that you've been out here for a while. ”What's up? What are you thinking about?”

Kylie smiled and ignoring the question, asked about Sally's medical records. Dinah said that she had them, and Kylie told her to bring them to Stephen ASAP. Then, after thinking about it for a second, Kylie said, ”Why don't we go together. I wouldn't mind checking in on Stephen and saying hello.”

Kylie had never been to Stephen's new home, and when they arrived, she was shocked. The place was practically a mansion. He lived at The Empire Hotel and had the entire tenth floor to himself. Kylie frowned and said, ”I thought he was living in a regular apartment…”

”I don't know…” Dina shrugged. ”This is the address that I was given.”

Kylie looked at Dina and said, ”I think you know more than you are saying. After all, you are dating him and most likely fucking him too!”

Dinah's face turned red, but she didn't say anything.

Just then, Stephen stepped out to greet them. He was dressed up like a wealthy doctor, and at first, they didn't recognize him.

”Why aren't you wearing glasses?” Kylie wondered

”I wear contacts now,” Stephen replied. ”It turns out that some people don't trust a doctor who is wearing glasses. Never mind that, though. Let me show you both up to my apartment.

Stephen lived in a luxurious presidential suite, and everything looked brand new. Looking around, though, everything also looked familiar to Kylie. It felt strange until, finally, she realized that the apartment's layout was exactly as it had been when he lived in Garbo Palace. The only difference was that this was several times larger.

Kylie touched the medical skeleton that sat in the corner and turned to Stephen. ”Didn't you say your house was finished?” she wondered. ”Why are you staying in a hotel?”

Stephen took two bottles of soda from the fridge; one for Dinah and one for Kylie. His face was still warm and sunny, but his eyes were sharp. ”This is my house,” he replied. ”…and I love living here!”

Kylie looked around the apartment again, still in disbelief. She was confused but, if Stephen was happy, then she was happy for him, and the genuine smile on her face acted as evidence. ”People say that I spoil myself…” she said, ”but look at you; a whole floor to yourself!”

Kylie playfully punched Stephen in the arm, and he pretended that it hurt more than it did. She could be like a feisty child when the mood struck her, and nobody knew this better than Stephen did. He rubbed his arm and smiled. They had a close relationship. They had always protected each other, spoiled each other, and had each other's back. As Ethan slowly took this role from Stephen, things became more and more awkward between them.

The three of them were just passing through the parking lot when Ethan, Nate, Matthew, and his family emerged from behind a dumpster, and Ethan pulled Kylie to a stop. He looked at Kylie, glanced at her feet, and asked her if her feet would get sore in the stiletto high heel shoes that she was wearing. ”You should be wearing your favorite sneakers,” he told her. ”They are actually made to be walked in!”

Kylie admitted that her feet would be sore, but she didn't care. The shoes matched her dress, which mattered more to her than comfort.