Chapter 245 Caught Red–Handed
Marie was practically howling through the phone.
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It didn’t take a genius to guess she must’ve already been dragged back to Fleule..
Abraham’s voice cut in, low and dangerous; “Are you threatening her?”
Marie was speechless.
The line instantly went dead silent.
Stella clutched onto Abraham’s robe anxiously.
Abraham’s tone deepened even further. “Speak.”
The pressure in his voice made the air crackle.
Marie stammered, ‘A–Abraham, L. uh…”
Truth be told, Marie was still pretty terrified of Abraham when he got serious. Right now, she couldn’t even string a full sentence together.
Abraham’s coldness seemed to seep straight through the phone, landing heavy on Marie’s chest.
She shuddered visibly.
“I was just kidding with her!” Marie scrambled to say. You know how much I miss her!”
She wasn’t lying either.
When Abraham had moved Stella to the house near his school back then, Marie had wanted to go too. But she’d had to stay behind for her own schooling.
For a long time, Marie would leave treats and snacks untouched at home, always saving them for Stella
She missed her terribly.
But the anger now was real too. After everything–after all that love–the little brat ratted me out?!
Abraham gave a cold snort. That’s your idea of missing someone?”
Throwing around death threats–how touching.
Marie huffed, I’m mad, okay? I wanted to see her, and you wouldn’t let me come to Rivermount. Hmph!”
She really was furious,
Ever since she heard Abraham had found Stella, she’d been desperate to go to Rivermount. But Abraham blocked her at every turn.
This time, she finally sneaked out of Fleule and got dragged back halfway by Abel’s men
Even the one phone call she managed to make got her into trouble. No way Stella hadn’t tattled. Ungrateful brat. So mad I could explode
“Wait,” Marie suddenly realized something, “isn’t it just barely morning over there? How is Stella even awake this early?”
Suspicious
If it was Stella’s phone, and it was this early, how come Abraham had answered it?
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it right inside his shirt.
Stella froze.
Her palm met warm, firm muscles. She stiffened in shock, immediately trying to yank her hand back.
But Abraham mischievously tightened his grip, refusing to let go.
Stella let out a panicked little squeak. “Let go! You jerk!”
“What are you two doing over there?” Marie’s voice demanded suspiciously from the phone.
Stella nearly fainted. Dammit–she’s still on the line!
Abraham continued to toy with her fingers leisurely as he answered Marie, voice cold and taunting “You’re very curious, aren’t you?”
Marie was speechless.
Stella was speechless.
This jerk–he’s doing this on purpose!
Marie sensed the shift immediately and quickly backpedaled. “N–no, not curious, not curious at all!”
Nobody in Fleule dared be nosy about Abraham’s private life–not even his own sister.
She still had PTSD from that one time he threw her into the desert to “cool off–two whole months without a proper bath. Never again.
“I swear, not curious, Marie repeated frantically.
But a second later, she blurted out, “Wait, Stella’s really awake this early?”
Stella was speechless.
Abraham was speechless.
In Marie’s memories, Stella was the queen of sleeping in. Back when they were kids, she was always at least an hour late to everything.
The only reason she survived school was because Abraham pampered her.
Abraham’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Marie.”
Marie, oblivious, kept rumbling. “Wow, this little brat’s really been beaten by the real world, huh? She’s gotten all diligent now?”
She clicked her tongue. “Tell me can she cook yet? Or is she still a disaster like before?”
“I still remember that pasta‘ she made–if you could even call it pasta. That was a death sentence on a plate.”
Stella was speechless
Marie kept going gleefully. I swear, one bite of that thing and I nearly had to write my will. Remember how you got food. poisoning? You were puking and passing out for days
“Shut up, Abraham growled.
