Chapter 214 A Brewing Storm.
Abraham slowly adjusted his cufflinks. “If you dare bother her again, I’ll take your life too.”
Each word was laced with dangerous threat.
Ethan’s face darkened. He knew Abraham wasn’t joking.
Abraham turned and walked inside.
Abel hurried to follow, and Victor, lingering behind, glanced at Ethan before stepping forward to pat his shoulder.
“Mr. Ethan, for your own sake, be smarter.
Coming after Stella when Abraham was around that was pure suicide.
If Victor hadn’t stepped in just now, Abraham really would have killed Ethan.
Victor followed them inside too.
Only Ethan and Jason were left outside. Jason quickly ran over to help Ethan up. “Sir!”
Ethan closed his eyes, his fists clenching tightly, his entire body trembling with rage.
As soon as Abraham entered the small building, he slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Abel locked outside.
If Abel hadn’t dodged fast enough, the door would have slammed right into his face.
Victor caught up. “Should we call Eddie?”
Abel stiffened slightly, remembering the suspicious drink Abraham had earlier.
He hurriedly pulled out his phone to call Eddie, but then hesitated, thinking about the way Abraham had just slammed the
door on him.
What did that mean?
Abel looked at Victor. “We should probably ask Abraham first.”
Victor stared at him.
What the bell?
“You think we need to ask? You think he can handle this alone? Damn that Lancelot, daring to drug him his right–hand man tonight”
Victor practically gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Abraham had been drugged,
wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but Eddie had always been there before.
Abel thought for a moment, then dialed Abraham’s number.
The call connected quickly, and Abel rushed to ask, “Abraham, should we call Eddie over?” “Gel lost.”
Abel froze.
– he deserved to lose
Abel stiffly replied, “He told me to get lost.”
Victor’s mouth twitched. “You really think he can handle it? This isn’t a joke.”
That drug wasn’t anything mild this was serious.
Before Victor could say more, Abel turned and walked away so fast he was practically running.
Victor stood there muttering. “You think Stella’s remedy can fix this?”
Seeing Abel just take off without saying a word left him uneasy. After thinking it over, Victor pulled out his phone and called Eddie himself.
Upstairs.
Stella was half–asleep, feeling as if a pair of eyes were burning into her from the darkness.
The gaze was so intense that even in her dreams, she couldn’t sleep peacefully.
Groggily opening her eyes, she saw Abraham sitting at the edge of her bed.
Under the dim light, his expression was dark and brooding, carrying a faint but unmistakable aggression.
Stella jolted awake and sat up in bed. “Abraham, what’s wrong?”
What was he doing sitting at her bedside in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?
And why did his eyes look so strange?
She crawled closer to him and reached out, touching his forehead.
It was burning hot. Even the skin on his face radiated heat.
With them so close, Stella clearly smelled the strong mix of blood and alcohol on him.
“Abraham, you.. where were you drinking? And you’re hurt too?”
The thick scent of blood sent a jolt of panic through her, and worry quickly filled her eyes.
She hurried to turn on the bedside lamp,
But before she could even reach the switch, a large hand wrapped firmly around her slim waist.
Before Stella could react, he pulled her down onto the bed.
“Abraham!
She cried out in shock.
She instinctively tried to get up, but Abraham leaned over her.
Wearing only a thin silk nightgown, she could feel his burning chest pressing against her back the moment he got close.
She could clearly feel the intense heat radiating off him.
And the hard, solid muscles of his chest–close enough to leave no doubt about their strength.
Stella’s mind stalled. “You… what are you doing?”
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