Chapter 106 Choose One
Why was he taking off his clothes? A bad feeling creps up her spine
Sure enough, when she took the clothes from him, Abralcomm duln’t say a word, he just walked straight toward Elsan
“You want to marry her?” he asked, his voice cold–dangerously so
Ethan shot Abraham a dark look. “Yeah I can give her a title, can you?”
Stella froze Ethan’s sharp retort made her heart skip a beat. She instinctively looked at Abraham’s back
That drunken kiss flashed through her minal.
It had been a messy beginning between them–our she had originally planned to ignore and forget
to know Abraham’s answer too. d name, could he give me ane?
But now that Ethan had said it, she found herself wanting to
The air in the office had turned frigid. Stella said nothing, just stared at Abraham’s back.
The two men locked eyes, both cold and unyielding Ethan’s gaze sharpened as it bore into Alsalam
“You even know what kind of person she is? You okay with all her chaos?”
Chaos Normally, Stella would’ve slapped Ethan a couple of times for saying something like that, but now, she just kept looking at Abraham’s back.
After all, that kind of topic never came up so easily.
Now
that it hard…
She figured she might as well get her auswer,
“What chaos?” Abrahami asked, voice cold.
Ethan said, “She’s got more than one man. Bes
“And do you?”
Besides you, she’s got hie–hier lance. You don’t care?”
Now it was Ethan’s turn to go silent. Did I caref
Of course he did–deeply.
He wanted to beat the life out of Stella, and worse for every man around her. He didn’t even know why. According to Stella, none of it had anything to do with him. He wasn’t supposed to care.
But right now, he wanted to tear Abraham apart.
Abraham noticed Ethan’s silence, his gaze turned colder. “So you do care?”
Still, Ethan said nothing.
Abraham narrowed his eyes. “One’s lying in a hospital bed caring too much; the other’s here, hung up on the past. Ethan, you’re greedy”
Ethan’s breath hitched again. He clearly hadn’t expected Abraham to turn it around on him.
What did he meant That he didn’t care about Stella’s other ment if he didn’t care, did that mean he didn’t matter? The thought made Ethan instinctively glance at Stella,
Just as he was about to speak again, Stella turned to Abraham and said, “Wait here a sec. Want to get soup later?
Then wait here a sec, and you’ll take me to get food later?”
That had to be okay… right?
Abraham didn’t answer. He just walked over to the couch and sat down.
Stella walked over to Ethan, who looked even more sour now after watching how well the two of them got along.
His face had gone completely dark.
Stella stopped in front of him. “Come on, I’ll walk Mr. Keene out”
That ‘Mr. Keene carried a distant chill. Ethan gave her a cold look.
Just one glance–and his eyes landed back on Abraham, lounging on the couch.
Stella curled her lip. “What? Still got hands and legs to keep limping around?”
The moment those words left her mouth, a storm nearly cracked across Ethan’s face.
But then he caught sight of the cold metal strapped at Abraham’s waist–and finally turned around and stormed out in silence.
This man actually carried a gun? In a place like Rivermount? Who the heck is him? Rage and confusion churned in Ethan’s head. Stella saw him out of the building.
Ethan looked at her. His lips moved, like he was about to say something Questions hovered at the tip of his tongue–but in the end, he swallowed them all.
I’ll marry you–if you cut off all those other men,” he said.
There was no hesitation in his voice.
Stella raised a brow. “Marry me? Why?”
Honestly, his sudden shift in tone had her completely thrown.
Ethan was already seething.
Now, hearing her ask that just set him off. “Why so many questions? You’re my fiancee. Marrying you is just me doing my duty.”
Stella was stunned. Doing your duty?
