Chapter 407

“Stefi, I’m the closest person to you, and yet you’re taking his side?” Ella broke down on the phone. For a moment, Stephanie didn’t know how to respond.

“I might have lost my innocence—and you’re still defending him. You’re clearly on his side,” Ella sobbed.

“I’m not!” Stephanie replied firmly. With Ella’s breakdown becoming overwhelming, Stephanie’s mind went completely blank.

Ella lamented, “I’m so unlucky. Everything’s a mess at home, and now this—”

In a rush, Stephanie cut Ella off, “Honestly, he has performance issues.”

Instantly, the phone line went silent.

Sebastian, who was sitting on the sofa preparing medication for her, looked up at Stephanie, his eyes wide with shock.

“What did you say again?” Ella stopped crying. She felt she must have misheard. Otherwise, how could she have heard such shocking words?

Stephanie fell silent. Finally snapping out of the daze caused by Ella’s cries, she realized what she had just said. She had previously discussed with Sofia whether Lorenzo could function in the bedroom. But back then, they only talked about it quietly, not daring to discuss it openly. They were aware that if Lorenzo ever caught wind of their conversation, they would face the consequences. So, besides the two of them, no one else knew about it.

If Ella weren’t crying like this, Stephanie, who disliked gossiping behind people’s backs, wouldn’t have said such things. Now, she regretted it, fearing it might reach Lorenzo’s ears.

“Hey, don’t tell Lorenzo it was me who said that,” Stephanie gasped.

“What did you just say?” Ella insisted.

“He might be sexually challenged,” Stephanie added, “might,” making her answer vague. After all, nobody had seen it firsthand, so who really knew if Lorenzo had that issue?

“What do you mean by that?” Ella hissed, and even Stephanie could hear it through the phone.

“It’s just that with all those women around, he just looks but never acts. I’ve never seen him do anything with the really hot ones,” Stephanie shifted uncomfortably under Sebastian’s intense stare.

“How do you know he hasn’t?” Ella challenged.

“It’s just common knowledge,” Stephanie replied. It wasn’t just her; Sofia knew the most, and Lorenzo’s close friends understood too—Lorenzo was just an incredibly handsome guy with a striking gaze.

“Just looking, not doing anything?” Ella didn’t believe it, asking, “Is it because those women aren’t perfect enough?”

“No way. Those girls have long legs and slim waists, way better than your figure,” Stephanie replied, trying to be honest.

Ella fell silent.

“So, I seriously doubt he did anything to you,” Stephanie continued.

“Are you saying I’m not attractive?” Ella asked, sounding hurt.

Stephanie replied quickly, “Hey, I’m just saying those girls are stunning.” None of them could compare to those women.

Ella took a deep breath, finally stopping her tears and sadness. After a moment of thought, she said, “Then it seems he really does have some issues.”

Just then, the door swung open. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his expression dark, as if he might devour someone with his gaze. Ella met his terrifying eyes, her hand trembling so violently that her phone slipped from her grip and clattered onto the bed. She swallowed hard. ‘Did he hear that? I haven’t really said anything bad, have I? I hope not!’