Chapter 360 Lines You Don’t Cross
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Abraham gently ruffled her soft hair, his tone indulgent. “Relax. Victor won’t do anything to her.”
Stella didn’t respond. Yeah, he probably won’t hurt her. But Tess is terrified of him. He might not lay a finger on her, but he could still scare the hell out of her
“She might call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Alright.”
Since Abraham had already said so, Stella didn’t argue. It was late.
She’d wait until tomorrow–if Tessa really called, they could talk then.
That night.
Stella clung to Abraham, holding him tight–really tight–like she had no intention of letting go.
Don’t ask why. She was scared too.
She curled up in his warm arms, nuzzling close until she found a comfortable spot–then shut her eyes. Holding him close felt way safer than keeping her distance.
Abraham picked up on her little act and chuckled softly. “Stella-”
“Don’t talk. I’m tired.” She cut him off before he could finish. The last thing she wanted right now. was to hear another word from him.
Especially not while they were in bed.
Because with him, one word always led to another… and before she knew it, things would be completely off track.
Meanwhile, all the way in Falvaria.
Tessa was burning up, barely hanging on. Victor had no choice–he called John and told him to bring a doctor over.
It was two in the morning.
When John got the call, he was out drinking with Lewis and Silas. “Right now?”
“If you don’t get here soon, she’s going to pass out, Victor snapped, clearly out of patience.
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John could hear the irritation in Victor’s voice and immediately sobered up. Got it. On my way”
He hung up and immediately called one of the team’s doctors, ordering him to head to Victor’s villa ASAP. Then John paused, something about the whole thing not sitting right. I’m heading over there myself.”
Lewis raised an eyebrow. The doctor’s going… Wait, did Victor actually-”
Silas covered his mouth before he could say another word.
Everyone knew John couldn’t keep a secret. If Victor found out about this, Lewis was screwed.
Silas forced a laugh and looked at John. “He’s drunk. You go ahead.”
John didn’t say anything and left in a hurry.
The second John was out the door. Silas let go and whacked Lewis right in the back of the head. “Are you seriously drunk right now? If you are, go throw up or something. And maybe think before you open your mouth.”
Lewis rubbed the back of his head. “We barely drank anything.”
“Yeah? Then what the hell was that nonsense you were about to say?”
“I didn’t even say anything!”
“You didn’t say it, but if you had? You probably wouldn’t get the chance to speak again anytime
soon.
That damn mouth. No wonder Victor never let Lewis and Eddie hang out. Put those two in the same room, and it was guaranteed chaos.
Back at the villa
Tessa was burning up, wrapped around Victor’s arm like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Through her fevered haze, she kept whispering, “Mom… Mom…”
Victor rubbed his forehead, clearly annoyed. He’d already spent the day tangled up with the Dawne family and was exhausted.
And now he had to take care of a woman? This was not his thing. He’d never done it in his life.
“I should’ve just left you with the Dawsons. At least she’d be safe there.
The doctor showed up with John not far behind. One look at Tessa and he jumped into action, giving her an injection to lower the fever. Then he turned to Victor. “She’s burning up. We need to help her cool down physically
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“You’ll need to wipe her down with warm water–all over.”
Victor and John both fell silent.
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They exchanged a glance, then looked at the doctor. The room was full of men. So… who was going to do it?
John cleared his throat. “Uh… Silas and the others are still at the bar. I should probably go pick them up.
God help me, he thought. I never should’ve come here. He had no clue what this woman meant to Victor, and he wasn’t about to get dragged into something messy. If Victor had brought her back himself, she had to matter. Which meant John needed to back off–fast.
Just as John turned to leave, Victor’s icy voice rang out behind him. “Stop.”
John froze. His back stiffened as he turned around. “You need something else?”
“Find a housekeeper.
“Now? It’s the middle of the night. Every agency’s closed. Best I can do is tomorrow.”
Best–case scenario? Tomorrow morning.
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