Chapter 25 Abraham’s Back
Susan felt as if she was on the verge of a heart attack. “You–you’re unbelievabler
At this moment, she was certain–this wasn’t her daughter. This was a debt collector, sent to make her life miserable.
She regretted bringing Stella back once again.
Then tell me, what do you want? Name your conditions! Susan finally snapped, feeling like she had made the biggest concession she possibly could.
But the only response she got was the beep beep of a disconnected call. When she tried dialing again, she found her number had been blocked.
She was livid. Her chest tightened so much that she could hardly breathe.
At 7:30 PM, Stella stood outside the airport’s arrival terminal, holding a bouquet of roses in her arms. She was wrapped in a beige coat, her hair tied up in a neat bun, making her look both adorable and well–behaved.
A gust of cold wind slipped past her, and she instinctively shivered, pulling her coat tighter. Fie said eight o’clock.
Sure enough, the moment the clock struck eight, a familiar figure appeared in the crowd.
As the tall, imposing man stepped into view, Stella’s mind played out a montage of memories–memories of being cradled in his arms, soothed and comforted.
Dressed in a black, mid–length trench coat, with a gray scarf wrapped around his neck, he exuded an air of warmth and refinement. But Stella knew better than anyone–the gentle exterior was nothing but a façade. Beneath it lay a ruthlessness. and madness no one could begin to fathom.
Abraham.
The man who had once carried her home…
The moment their eyes met, a chill ran down Stella’s spine. Abraham’s gaze held an undeniable authority and an icy sharpness that made her instinctively lower her head.
His shadow loomed over her, and the familiar scent of him wrapped around her like an inescapable net.
Swallowing hard, Stella nervously extended the bouquet toward him. “T–These they’re your favorite.”
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. She was anxious, Afraid.
But Abraham didn’t take the flowers. The air around him grew even heavier, suffocating her with its pressure.
The terminal was bustling with people, but at that moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of them–Stella and Abrahamn.
Her arms began to tremble from holding the flowers up for so long. Hesitantly, she reached out and tugged at his scarf. “Abraham…”
Her soft, delicate voice melted into the cold air, and for a fleeting moment, the tension in Abraham’s aura softened.
Refore she could react, her slender wrist was seized, and before she could utter a sound, she was yanked into his embrace.
“You’ve grown bolder, haven’t you? Hmm?“
His deep, magnetic voice carried an unmistakable trace of danger. Almost three years…..
Three years, and she hadn’t contacted him once.
Chapter 25 Abraham’s Back
“You should start thinking now–what you’re going to say to me later.”
His tone remained ominous, Stella felt a lump rise in her throat. I’m doomed.
Finished
Before she could stammer out a response. Abraham released her wrist, took her hand, and led her straight out of the airport.
Abel was already waiting outside. The moment he saw Abraham and Stella step out, he respectfully opened the car door.
Stella’s eyes widened in shock. “You shipped your car over?”
It was Abraham’s personal car from Falvaria.
If he had gone so far as to transport it here, that could only mean… he wasn’t planning to leave Rivermount anytime soon.
Her already uneasy heart clenched even tighter.
Abraham glanced down at her petite frame, barely reaching his chest. She gulped nervously under his scrutiny.
“Ms. Dawson, Abel greeted her politely.
Stella nodded, trying to maintain her composure. “Mr. Abel.”
The moment the words left her lips, the man behind her suddenly scooped her up and tossed her into the car.
Abraham followed her in, his presence filling the cabin with an overwhelming sense of dominance. Instinctively, Stella curled into a corner, trying to put some distance between them.
But it was pointless.
The moment the engine roared to life, her delicate wrist was captured in his palm. Before she could react, she found herself pulled onto his lap.
“Abraham, you can’t-
“Hmm?”
Stella’s face turned beel red. I’m an adult now!”
This position was far too intimate. She was straddling his lap, their bodies far too close. Her breath hitched as his cool fingertips brushed against her chilled cheek, trailing down to her jaw.
She couldn’t meet his Kaze.
The restrained intensity in his eyes sent a wave of fear through her, a fear she couldn’t suppress.
But in front of Abraham… there was nowhere to run.
“You’ve grown up.. so you won’t listen to me now?”
Stella stammered, “…”
“Did you have fun these past three years?”
“The word “fun” hit Stella like a punch to the gut, leaving her reeling.
So much had happened in the past few days. She had endured everything without shedding a single tear, snapping at those around her like a porcupine with its quills raised.
But now, sitting here, facing Abraham.. her heart felt inexplicably sore.
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