Chapter 115: Davey, You’ve Ruined My Appetite for Coffee
“Mr. Land, is this your ranch? It’s so beautiful.”
The moment Stella arrived at the ranch, she finally understood the extent of Davey’s influence.
Cowboys carrying Shotgun and the farmhands working the fields—everything pointed to Davey’s considerable wealth.
Having lived her entire life in a civilized eastern city, Stella was used to skies dulled by industrial pollution.
Though her family also owned a sizable estate, this kind of untouched landscape still captivated her.
In a small town like Valentine, Stella’s beauty was rare enough to draw every pair of eyes.
But once those onlookers noticed Davey walking beside her, their reactions seemed understandable.
Land Farm originally grew a good number of crops—after all, that was the farm’s main source of income.
But Davey had no need for those few hundred dollars, so he cleared much of the farmland and planted flowers instead, purely for decoration.
“Miss Stella’s beauty adds far more charm to my farm than any flowers,” Davey replied.
“Mr. Callander, may I look around your farm for a while?” Stella asked hopefully.
In this moment, she was nothing like the sharp, confrontational woman from earlier—she looked like the girl next door.
“Of course, Miss Stella. It would be my pleasure,” Davey said with a smile.
With his permission, Stella—perhaps relieved after securing a major deal—kicked off her high heels.
She stepped barefoot onto the soft grass, walking cautiously at first, then with growing confidence.
In the warm glow of sunset, Stella looked like a dancing sprite—running, spinning, leaping.
Eyes closed, arms open, her expression serene, as if embracing nature itself.
Growing up under strict discipline, in a solemn household, burdened with heavy expectations—
it was no wonder she’d become somewhat rebellious.
Like many women of the era, she longed for freedom, to break free from society’s and religion’s restraints.
Davey stood silently in place, simply taking in the stunning sight.
“Thank you, Mr. Callander. I really… haven’t felt this relaxed in such a long time.”
“In the eastern civilized cities—in Saint Denis—people always wear masks. Fake smiles, flattery, greed, and I…”
Her emotions tangled her words.
“All right, Miss Stella,” Davey said with a light laugh, lifting her heels, “perhaps we should think about what to do with these.”
“Gentleman, would you mind carrying a beautiful lady’s high heels for her?” she said playfully.
“Of course. It’s my honor, Miss Stella.”
Davey walked ahead holding her shoes, while Stella skipped along behind him.
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Dinner time.
Stella’s appearance nearly made everyone freeze.
Mac especially looked like he might drool. Only now did he realize that the woman who once shared hot coffee with him was an insult to the word “beauty” compared to the real thing.
Uncle quickly took a swig of liquor to cover up the dazed look on his face.
Abigail pinched John hard at the waist, snapping him out of his dumbstruck stare.
“It wasn’t even a fair comparison.”
As a wealthy daughter of Saint Denis, Stella led the era in fashion and makeup.
Combined with her sweet face and stunning figure, she was the definition of a dream lover.
“This is Miss Stella from Saint Denis. She’s a lawyer, and our most important guest today.
“This is my brother, Mac. This is Uncle John and Abigail.
“And of course, our little Jackie.”
“Now… let’s raise a glass to welcome Miss Stella!”
Dinner began in a warm, cheerful atmosphere.
Stella had expected simple food, but the refined flavors surprised her.
Little Jackie blurted out, “You’re so pretty,” making her even happier.
The friendliness here was something she had never experienced. It felt like a real family—no scheming, no hidden agendas.
For a moment, she even forgot about the Contract.
After dinner, a maid showed her to her room—more luxurious than her apartment in Saint Denis.
The soft mattress reminded her of her home in Saint Denis.
The maid prepared a bath with warm water and scattered flower petals across the surface.
Stella could hardly believe she was in a small town out West.
Meanwhile, out on the balcony…
Mac said with envy, “Davey, my brother, now I finally understand why you wouldn’t join me for hot coffee.”
“If I knew a lady this beautiful, I wouldn’t be able to drink Valentine’s hot coffee either.”
“Fuck, Davey, you’ve made me lose interest in the ladies of Valentine altogether.”
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