Chapter 30 Abraham, The Ultimate Knockout
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Stella’s eyebrow twitched violently. Did he seriously bring a locksmith? Is he planning to break into my place?llad Ethan completely lost his mind? He actually had the nerve to try and force his way int
Her brain short–circuited for a moment as she looked at Abraham. “Um, I
“Want me to hide?”
Stella went silent. No, that’s not what I mean…
But seeing the storm brewing on Abraham’s face, how could she possibly nod?
“It’s just… I still have some unresolved misunderstandings with that bastard.”
From outside, Ethan’s furious voice came again, full of gritted teeth. “You’re the one not opening the door. If the lock gets busted, don’t blame me!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of someone working on the lock echoed through the apartment. That bastard, he really brought a locksmith?
Stella turned to Abraham, her eyes now burning with rage toward Ethan.
She spun around, determined to find her baseball bat. She was going to beat that idiot senseless.
But before she could even grab her weapon, there was a soft ‘click‘ behind her–the door had been unlocked.
Stella whipped around just in time to meet Ethan’s furious gaze.
Ethan, seething with rage, scanned the room, and for a moment, his mind went blank. If not for Stella standing right there, he would have thought he had the wrong address.
But no, this is definitely the right place. Stella is here, but that man
Ethan’s breath turned ragged “Stella, you–you…
Ethan was so furious he couldn’t even form a
a sentence.
His eyes locked onto Abraham, illuminated by the bright overhead lights.
Abraham was composed, his sharp, eagle–like eyes carrying an undeniable air of dominance, exuding a presence so powerful that even in his anger, Ethan hesitated for a brief moment.
Then, his gaze shifted downward–slowly tracing the defined ridges of Abraham’s abs before stopping on the unmistakable. towel wrapped around his waist.
A man is in her apartment, showering at this hour. Ethan’s fury exploded.
His breathing grew erratic as he pointed at Abraham and turned to Stella. “So this is why you’ve been so desperate to break off our engagement?”
His voice was like ice, his anger surging as he stepped inside.
The locksmith, sensing the tension in the air, didn’t even dare stick around for the drama. He bolted without a word, not even whiting to collect his payment from Ethan.
Stella’s mind went blank. She suddenly felt like she was the one who needed to run.
She had thought she had explained everything about Ethan to Abraham clearly earlier.
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She meant it. If he kept acting like this, he might not make it out of here alive.
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She had already given her reasons for breaking off the engagement–he and Lillian had been tangled up for years, and yet, here he was, trying to pin her as the unfaithful one.
Might as well just kill him and be done with it.
Ethan let out a cold laugh. “You’re telling me to leave? Stella, you never cease to amaze me.”
His eyes flickered toward Abraham. “If I hadn’t come tonight, I never would have known you were this kind of person. So tell me, how long has this been going on?”
The more he spoke, the angrier he became, his voice rising until he was practically shouting.
“You dragged my name through the mud, exposed my relationship with Lillian to the whole world, just to cover up your dirty little secret, didn’t you? Stella, you’re absolutely shameless!”
The second the words left his mouth, the sharp crack of a fist breaking through the air filled the room.
Ethan’s face whipped to the side as Abraham’s fist connected with brutal precision.
The fight erupted in an instant.
Ethan staggered, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He had assumed Abraham was just some random man Stella had picked up.
But then Abraham threw the first punch, his fury spiraled out of control.
“Are you kidding me?” Ethan roared.
Before Stella could react, the two men were locked in a full–blown brawl.
But Ethan was a businessman. No matter how much he worked out, he wasn’t built for fighting–not like Abraham, who had spent years walking the razor’s edge.
Within two moves, Abraham had him pinned against the sofa, completely immobilized.
Ethan was disheveled, panting, unable to move an inch.
Meanwhile, Abraham barely looked atfected–his towel hadn’t even slipped
an inch.
That was what had really worried Stella the most–she had genuinely feared his towel would come undone in the middle of the fight.
“Stella, tell your boy toy to let me go!” Ethan spat furiously, glaring at her from where he was trapped beneath Abraham’s grip
Ethan pondered. The audacity of this woman. She has a man in her home, lets him hit me, and still has the gall to act like she’s in the right?
Unable to fight Abrahamn off, Ethan redirected all his rage onto Stella.
Stella snapped out of her daze and rushed over, grabbing a jacket and draping it over Abraham’s shoulders. “Put something qn first.”
Only then did Abraham release Ethan, his gaze cold and emotionless as he looked down at him, as if staring at an insignificant insect,
