Chapter 137 Safe Zone
Stella went quiet. Ugh, I’m doomed,
“Can I even say
She didn’t dare look at Abraham as she spoke, turning her face away instead Like? What kind of like?
To her, the way she liked Abraham never felt clean. It was the kind of feeling that felt wrong-
The love between siblings and that between a man and a woman… they were two completely different things.
Just thinking about the phrase man and woman made her cut herself off, afraid to think any deeper, too scared to test the waters with Abraham.
If he only saw her as a sister, and she said something she shouldn’t, that would be the end of everything
While she was lost in thought, she didn’t notice the change in the man holding her.
The moment she said like, the energy around him softened noticeably.
Abraham let out a quiet laugh.
His slender fingers twirled a lock of her soft hair. “I had the kitchen make soup for you tonight.”
The moment she heard the word soup, Stella lit up
“Seriously?”
“Of course.”
Back before Abraham was around, she and Tessa made sure to have it at least once a week,
Then Abraham came, and he flat–out banned it..
Now that he was finally giving in, Stella wrapped her arms around his neck, nearly kissing him in her excitement.
At the end of the workday, Abraham took Stella’s hand and led her out of the office.
His whole vibe was sharp and commanding, predatory even–completely at odds with Stella’s soft, lamb–like face. The contrast hit people right in the gut.
As soon as they stepped into the elevator, a few coworkers huddled behind Kimmy.
“Is that Ms. Dawson’s boyfriend?”
“He looks way better than Mr. Keene–and he treats her so well.”
“Shhh! Don’t start rumors. I heard that’s her brother or something”
Kimmy remembered Stella calling him brother once.
“Even if he is her brother, with someone like that around, Mr. Keene had the nerve to bully our boss? Yeah, he’s done for ”
Kimmy chimed in, “He already got what’s coming.”
No way she believed Ethan’s hand and leg injuries came from anyone else. In all of Rivermount, who else would dare lay a finger
11:57 AM
Chapter 137 Safe Zone
And then there was Jonathan.
+8 Pearls
What a piece of work. Not only did he not know how to set boundaries, he was out there keeping another woman while trying to marry a rich girl.
He had all the makings of a classic scumbag.
Stella and Abraham returned to Verdant Villa together.
The moment they stepped through the door. Stella caught a whiff of the soup and immediately let go of Abraham’s hand, dashing for the dining room.
Abraham felt the sudden emptiness in his hand. Watching her cheerful little figure run off, a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Abel followed behind him. “Ms. Dawson’s appetite has been way better lately”
He’d looked into it before they came–Stella didn’t usually eat well.
Except for the tines Tessa took her out for soup, her eating habits were scattered and irregular at best.
Abraham said, “Being able to eat is a blessing”
As he said it, his eyes remained fixed on Stella, his gaze impossibly soft
Abel was speechless. And yet you won’t let her eat what she likes?
Lately, whenever Abraham had to stay out, he’d call the house just to make sure she ate.
And if she didn’t behave, he’d rush back himself.
Abraham took off his coat and handed it to Abel “Tell Louis we have no plans to export our mineral resources
Abel froze as he took the coat. No plans? But hadn’t they just been discussing diversifying overseas!
At first, even he thought Louis was a decent candidate.
What changed! He didn’t dare guess at Abraham’s reasoning, so he simply nodded. “Got it. I’ll inform him
Abraham didn’t say another word and made his way toward the dining rool
Stella was sitting at the table, staring dejectedly into a pot of clear soup, visibly disappointed.
Abraham sat down beside her, reaching out to ruffle her soft hair. “What’s wrong
“How can this be good!”
Not a single chili flake in sight. They said she could have soup, and now he was lying!
Abraham gave a low hum. “It’s healthier this way.”
Stella huffed. “Having it once in a while won’t kill me. It’s not like it’ll ruin my health.”
Abraham said. “You used to have it every week. That’s not once in a while, is it?”
Stella pouted and shot him a look full of resentment.
A servant stepped forward and respectfully handed Abraham a hot, sterilized towel.
