Chapter 107 You Call That a Proposal
Stella couldn’t help but hiss internally. Seriously?
“Ethan, back in the day, women jumped through hoops–did you leave your brain at the door instead?”
At that, Ethan’s mind practically exploded; he shouted, “Stella”
He was furious, Isn’t this exactly what she wanted? All the mess she stirred up lately, hadn’t it been to force me to give in?
But now… this wasn’t a tantrum
Ethan realized it then–Stella wasn’t throwing a fit.
“You better think this through. Those men aren’t going to marry you. You really want to live in such disgrace forever?”
“Tm disgraceful, but at least I’m still alive. Maybe worry more about whether Lillian’s sickly self can survive. Your brain’s bound up too tight–you can’t even untangle it.
Stella spun on her heel to leave. Then she paused, tossed back one more line, “Also, I’m not marrying you. You’re not what I
want
Clear enough, right? Blant enough?
If he s
didn’t get it, he really had rocks ranling around in his head.
Ethan stared after her, trembling with rage.
Jason stepped up behind him. “Mr. Keene”
Ethan’s breathing turned sharp, uneven.
Tell me does she want to marry the guy who owns Verdant Villa?”
jason froze. Well… she was already living there. If she wanted to marry him, it wouldn’t exactly be impossible.
After all, just getting into that place meant she’d taken a step most women never
never even dreamed of
Jason stayed silent, and Ethan kept going. “Ha. The guy who owns Verdant Villa–like he’d want her.”
Sure, Stella was the Reed family’s real daughter.
But the man behind Verdant Villa? Ethan had a gut fee
feeling that wasn’t some simple identity.
Who could it be…? That guy from Stella’s office earlier? The thoughts tangled and twisted until Ethan’s head was in complete chaos.
Jason said, “Mr. Keene, why don’t I take you home to change?”
Mr. Keene was soaked through and reeked. What kind of temper did this Ms. Dawson have?
Back in her office, Stella a returned.
Kimmy hurried over, “Ms. Dawson, I poured you a cup of coffee.”
“Hmm.”
Stella nodded and headed straight into her office.
Kimmy and a few coworkers hovered by the door, curiosity piqued. That man who went in earlier was too handsome- handsomer than Ethan even–and the vile he gave off was intense.
Inside, Stella found Abraham sipping the coffee with a faint trace of disgust on his face; clearly, he thought it wasn’t up to par.
Abraham set down the coffee and yanked her straight into his arms.
Outside, Kimmy and the others peeked through the blinds just in time to see Stella fall into his embrace. All of them sucked in a sharp breath.
That confirmed it–Stella had dumped Ethan for this man. But he was really good–looking. Not just regular handsome ridiculously so. And Mr. Keene Chasing after a sickly girl? It’hatever. Good thing Ms. Dawson had a stellar backup like this que otherwise, it would be been such a waste.
Now things were looking up. They felt oddly satisfied. Mr. Keene could go to the sick girl. Their boss deserved better.
In the office, Stella clung to Abraham’s neck, startled. Her eyes welled up with frustration. “What are you doing?”
How many times do I have to say it? I am not a kid anymore! And the fact that Abraham didn’t remember that night–that really pissed her off.
“He wants to marry you?”
“Only if you believe the nonsense coming out of his bound–up brain, Stella muttered.
It was the truth
In her mind, Ethan bringing up marriage again today just proved how scrambled his head was. Of course, that mess wouldn’t last long; once he faced Lillian again, everything would reset.
Abraham’s gaze stayed deep, unreadable. “And what about Star?”
“What about me?”
Her brain wasn’t bound; she could still tell nonsense from sense,
“Star, are you happy?”
“Happy about what?”
“He said he’d marry you
Stella scoffed. “What’s there to be happy about?”
Abraham replied, “You were engaged to him.”
