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?”
dated to town over and grab
the phone to call Eddie.
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Chapter 215 No Turning Back
Just as she flipped over, his burning palm cupped her face.
A possessive kiss crashed down on her.
His breath was scorching, and even his lips felt searing hot.
Stella’s pupils contracted sharply, her breathing tightening. “Abraham, wake up, you- you need to wake up….”
But the rest of her words were swallowed by him.
–
And with them, not just Abraham’s rationality disappeared so did Stella’s.
Her own reason was teetering on the edge.
Stella had always liked Abraham.
She didn’t even know when her feelings had crossed the line from siblings to something else.
The affection that had built up over the years had long since sunk into her bones.
Looking into Abraham’s slightly dazed eyes, Stella’s heart trembled. “Abraham.”
If he were sober, then maybe…
But he wasn’t. Especially after drinking- he never remembered anything afterward.
If something really happened between them now, even if he was the one taking the initiative, she would still feel like she was taking advantage of him.
“I’m not that noble, but you have to wake up, you have to stop,” she whimpered.
But the next second, he easily pinned her hands above her head.
The moment her nightgown was pushed up, Stella felt her blood freeze.
She grabbed onto his strong wrist “Abraham.”
But a second later, he seized her hand completely, leaving her no room to struggle.
The heat pouring off his body filled the entire room, thick and suffocating.
The air itself seemed drenched in desire, and Stella’s breathing grew more and more frantic.
“Stella, be good,” he said, his deep voice rough and husky.
The moment she heard him say her name, Stella’s mind buzzed.
He knew. He knew it was her.
–
Stella’s misty eyes looked up at Abraham’s face the only face she had ever thought of as truly beautiful, unmatched by
anyone else.
“Abraham..” she whispered.
And in that instant, her reason completely snapped.
Abraham held one of her wrists, his other hand slowly tracing the contours of her face.
“So good, he murmured.
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It was a sleepless night.
By six in the morning. Stella sat on the bed, staring blankly at the sleeping Abraham.
She looked down at her chest and arms.
The bruises scattered across her skin told the story of how wild the night had been.
She exhaled a long breath.
What have I done?
Her gaze fell on the gray scarf tangled in the mess of the bed sheets.
It was Abraham’s and the dried bloodstains on it only hammered the truth of what had happened deeper into her mind.
Stella covered her face. Tin doomed, she muttered.
Panic completely overwhelmed her.
The blazing passion of the night had faded, leaving only a cold, terrifying clarity. What am I going to do?
Her phone vibrated on the nightstand.
Stella picked it up and saw that it was Eddie calling.
She glanced at Abraham, still sound asleep, then hurried into the bathroom to answer. “Eddie.”
Eddie’s frantic voice exploded through the phone. ‘Are you all dead in there? I’ve been ringing the doorbell nonstop! How’s your brother?”
Stella fell silent.
How is hel
Looking at the marks on her neck in the mirror, she nearly broke down all over again.
I really did it… I really did something with Abraham… What am I supposed to do?
“Stella: Stella?!
“Ah-
I’m asking how your brother is! Victor said someone drugged him!”
Stella’s breath hitched. So it really was a drug
If he was this out of it just from drinking, and he’d been drugged too… then he definitely wouldn’t remember anything.
Thinking about how Abraham probably wouldn’t remember a thing from last night, Stella didn’t even know whether to feel
relieved or devastated.
Her whole world felt like it had exploded.
“He’s fine. I found some medicine and gave it to him,” she quickly made up a lie.
Eddie sounded doubtful. “Medicine? Where’d you find that?”
Who would just have that kind of antidote lying around?
And besides, they were staying at Pluehville Hill – not exactly home base.
Chapter 216 Nothing Can Be Hidden
Eddie said. “There was something like that in the first aid kit?”
“Yeah, there was, Stella insisted.
She tried her best to sound serious–so serious that even she almost believed it herself.
Eddie said, “Open the door. Let me see him. And don’t mess around.”
Stella fell silent.
Already messed around….
“Wait a second. I’m coming
She hung up the phone and looked at herself in the mirror again, feeling like she was about to lose her mind.
Slapping her cheeks, she muttered, “Oh my god, what am I gonna do? What am I supposed to do?”
How did it even come to this?
No–this…
Does this count as taking advantage of him? After all, he wasn’t even conscious…
At this point, Stella’s mind was completely blank
She quietly opened the bathroom door and poked her head out to peek at the bed.
Abraham was still in the same position, clearly exhausted.
Well, yeah, after two hours…
Her legs still felt like they were falling apart–aching, sore.
Even though she knew Abraham probably wouldn’t wake up easily, Stella stil tiptoed around, quickly getting dressed.
Finally, she grabbed the gray scarf, hid it in the bathroom, and straightened up the room as much as she could.
When she opened the door, she found Eddie standing there, rubbing his hands to keep warm, clearly having waited a while.
He immediately noticed Stella bundled up in a thick bathrobe with a fuzzy scarf around her neck.
Stella was starting to feel guilty under his gaze.
“It’s just, you know, he came in, passed out drunk, and I couldn’t move him, she said, trying to sound casual.
Stella gasped and immediately grabbed the scarf tightly. “What are you doing?”
Eddie said. “You know what kind of drug it was, right? You get how serious it was?”
“What are you looking at? You trying to harass me? I’ll tell my brother!” she shapped.
“What are you even talking about? Are you going to check on him or not? I wanna go back to sleep.
Eddie gave her one list look, then glanced up toward the stairs. Finally, he just sighed and headed upstairs.
Seeing him finally give up, Stella let out a huge breath of relief
It’s over. It’s really over
Following close behind Eddie up the stairs, they entered the room–only to find Abraham awake.
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“Hurry up and check him, Stella said
He glanced at Abraham’s face. By now, there were no longer any signs of the drug’s effects.
Their eyes met, and when Eddie caught the hint of coldness in Abraham’s gaze, his brain went completely blank.
“Victor said someone drugged you?” Eddie asked carefully.
Abraham stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and gave a faint “Mm
Stella’s heart jumped straight to her throat.
No way… No way!
Stella, already riddled with guilt, nearly collapsed under that glance.
Would that explanation fly?
She stammered, “Since my brother’s fine now, Eddie, why don’t you head back? I’m still really tired and want to sleep some
There’s no way I can let Eddie stay here. I can barely deal with this on my own–if he keeps digging. I’ll be exposed for sure!
Eddie narrowed his eyes. “You’re trying to kick me out?”
Her reaction was so obvious he didn’t believe for a second that she was innocent.
“You can head back, Abraham interrupted before she could finish.
Eddie glanced at Abraham, wanting to say more, but Abraham simply gave him a look that said shut up.
The stone in Stella’s chest slammed right back into place.
“What symptoms could there be? Didn’t I already say I gave him the antidote?” she snapped,
The way she said it made it seem like if Eddie said one more word, she might actually hit him.
“I’m a doctor. Can’t I ask about his condition? That wasn’t some mild drug. There could be side effects. What’s wrong with me asking?” Eddie argued.
They were all adults if Eddie couldn’t read the mood now, he’d be an idiot.
Finally, it was just Stella and Abraham in the room
Stella was so nervous she thought her heart might leap out of her chest.
“Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?” she asked, trying her best to keep her voice calm.
Abraham’s dark gaze lingered on her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, panicking.
When Abraham got serious, he was terrifying.
Even though she had grown up by his side, Stella couldn’t help but feel afraid of him.
“Come here,” Abraham said.
She was scared out of her mind, but when faced with Abraham’s command, she didn’t dare disobey.
The closer she got, the more she could feel the overwhelming pressure coming off him.
“Abraham, you-
I really didn’t scratch him! So where did all those scratches come from?!
scratches.
It’s better if he doesn’t remember. If he did, I’d have no way to explain anything.
Good grief, please leave. If you stay any longer, my heart’s really going to give out!
Forget a temper – under this pressure, it’s about to vanish completely.
His handsome face loomed closer, and Stella’s breathing caught.
She instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.
Instead of what she feared, a soft kiss landed gently on her forehead.
Abraham’s low chuckle followed. “Why are you closing your eyes? Hm?”
Stella’s mind buzzed and her face flushed bright red.
“I–I’m just so tired I could fall asleep standing up, you know?”
Abraham chuckled. “Then go sleep.”
Finally, he left.
The moment the door shut behind him, Stella felt like all the strength had drained from her body.
Only then did she realize her back was completely soaked with cold sweat.
First Eddie had scared her half to death, then Abraham…
Stella stomped her foot in frustration and let out a muffled cry before diving under the covers.
The bed still carried Abraham’s lingering scent along with a faint trace of the wild atmosphere from last night.
Stella punched the bed in frustration, wishing she could just dig a hole and hide forever.
But she didn’t dare fall asleep yet.
The room had been dim earlier, so Abraham probably hadn’t noticed anything suspicious.
She needed to get up and clean properly.
And then there was that scarf hidden in the bathroom….
“Ahhh-”
Chapter 219 No More Hiding
Stella let out another scream, sprang up, and turned on the light.
The moment her feet touched the floor, a sharp ache shot through her legs.
It hurts.
With the drug in his system, Abraham had lost all control, and the night had felt like being claimed by a wild beast.
Stella gritted her teeth through the soreness and forced herself to clean the room, wiping away every trace that could betray what had happened.
Finally, she made her way to the bathroom. Just as she retrieved the bloodstained scarf, there was a knock at the door.
Dragging her aching legs to the door, Stella realized how much her body hurt now that the adrenaline from dealing with Eddie and Abraham had worn off.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me.”
Abraham’s voice came from outside.
The moment she heard it, Stella’s barely settled heart seized up again. “Wh–what’s wrong?”
Abraham said, “The shower in my room’s broken. I’m coming in to take a shower.”
Stella froze.
No way…
Glancing at the scarf in her hand, panic gripped her. “You–you- you wait a second!”
Ignoring the pain shooting through her legs, she rushed back to the bathroom to hide
the scarf.
Only after everything was hidden away did she finally open the door.
Abraham stood there, his gaze lingering meaningfully on the scarf still wrapped around.
her neck.
Stella fell silent.
Is this scarf going to be the death of me tonight?
And whose fault was it that she couldn’t show her neck for the next week?
Seeing her stay silent, Abraham reached out to remove the scarf.
But Stella, nimble as a monkey, dodged away in a flash.
Abraham raised an eyebrow. “Hm?”
“I’m cold,” she said stiffly.
Ask me again, and it’ll still be because I’m cold.
She couldn’t think of any other excuse.
Abraham said, “Cold, or…”
He suddenly paused mid–sentence, looking at her with a faint, knowing smile.
“Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
Stella froze.
The breath caught painfully in her throat.
Her already sluggish brain completely short–circuited
“Ah? N–no, I’m not,” she stammered.
For a moment, she actually doubted whether Abraham had really forgotten.
But the thought passed quickly.
Every time he drank, he forgot everything that happened afterward completely.
–
And last night, he’d been both drunk and drugged. How could he possibly remember?
“Not hurt?” Abraham asked again.
Stella nodded fiercely. “Nope! Anyway, I’m going to sleep now and shower!”
–
you should hurry up
Abraham watched her scamper back to bed and dive under the covers, the amusement in his smile growing even stronger.
“Sleeping like that isn’t good for you. You’ll overheat.”
With that, he turned and headed into the bathroom.
Only when she heard the rush of water did Stella dare to peek her head out from under the covers.
Oh God, am I seriously going to have to wear a scarf for a whole week?
And if Abraham keeps asking about it every day, how long can I hold up?
Once was terrifying enough.
And then there was Eddie
Stella trusted his skills as a doctor, but his emotional
intelligence was seriously lacking.
The more you wanted to avoid the harder he would push.
Thinking of the ugly bruises she had seen earlier in the mirror, Stella couldn’t help letting out another miserable whine.
What am I going to do?
Maybe I could tell Abraham I need to
go back
back to Fleule early? Say I miss Mom and Ms. Marie?
No, that wouldn’t work. If her mom asked questions, how could she explain?
She couldn’t exactly say, The daughter you raised like your own just slept with your son.
She’d be thrown out of the family for sure.
Stella’s head felt like it was about to explode.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Abraham’s voice called out, “Stella, what’s this?”
“Huh?”
Confused, Stella lifted the covers and looked over.
There, in Abraham’s hand, was the scarf she had hidden the bloodstained one.
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She stared in horror at the scarf, at the glaring red stains on it.
Abraham glanced down at the blood.
He frowned. “This is my scarf, right? How did it get blood on it? What happened?”
Stella sat there, speechless.
Chapter 220 Trapped by Lies
Her mind had already been barely functioning.
Now, hearing Abraham actually ask how it happened, Stella felt like she couldn’t even breathe.
“Um, uh…”
No matter how smart she usually was, right now, she couldn’t come up with a single. good excuse.
Ugh, this is a disaster..
Wait, she suddenly thought of something: “It was a nosebleed.”
Abraham raised an eyebrow. “Hm?”
Stella nodded quickly. “Yeah, a nosebleed. When I was helping you, I accidentally bumped into something and got a nosebleed. It got on the scarf.”
Would that work?
She just didn’t know if Abraham would actually buy it.
Abraham arched his brow, a look in his deep eyes that Stella couldn’t read.
“Nosebleed?”
She swallowed hard. “Yeah, nosebleed.”
Absolutely. It was a nosebleed. What else could it be?!
Facing Abraham’s stare, Stella felt like she was suffocating.
Without saying a word, Abraham strode forward and scooped her up from the bed.
He pinched her nose lightly, a rare trace of indulgence in his actions. “Got a nosebleed. huh?”
“I already wiped it clean,” Stella mumbled, heart pounding wildly.
She struggled to wriggle out of his grasp.
More like scared to death!
If he kept pressing her like this, she was seriously going to die of fear.
But because of her sudden movement, the scarf around her neck loosened.
The large patches of bruising immediately caught Abraham’s sharp gaze.
His deep eyes darkened. “What happened to your neck?”
Stella froze.
It
was like her mind exploded with a loud bang.Please just stop asking!
–
Dear God, if I’ve committed a crime, send the police after me don’t keep torturing me like this!
–
After spending the entire night making up excuses, Stella now found herself completely speechless.
She cautiously met Abraham’s gaze.
“Abraham,” she whispered.
“What is it?”
His warm fingers lightly brushed the bruises on her neck.
The heat of his touch made Stella tremble all over.
She could barely breathe. “If I did something wrong… would you forgive me?”
She really, truly felt like crying.
Abraham replied calmly, “That would depend on what you did.”
Stella was silent.
Would he forgive me for… sleeping with him?
But it wasn’t my fault!
He was the one who started it!
But now this idiot didn’t even remember anything what if he turned around and
Stella’s brain turned to mush.
Seeing her staying silent, Abraham added, “If Stella fell in love with another man, then no – I wouldn’t forgive that.”
Stella’s eyelids twitched hard.
She stiffly stared at him, screaming internally: What if I fell for you? Would you forgive me then?!
Her heart was already a mess.
And now, after what Abraham said, she felt like her soul was about to implode.
“I’m really tired. I’m going to sleep,” she muttered desperately.
If she couldn’t answer, she might as well pretend to be asleep and escape.
But Abraham clearly wasn’t about to let her off that easy.
His strong hands caught her slim waist, holding her firmly in place, leaving her nowhere to run.
“Stella, you still haven’t told me
how exactly did you get hurt like that?” he pressed.
Stella’s mind went blank.
“I fell,” she said weakly.
A terrible excuse.
But at this point, her brain couldn’t think of anything better.
Just stop asking.
If he kept pressing her, she was honestly ready to just confess everything. would be the end of their relationship as brother and sister.
and that
No she couldn’t risk it. She couldn’t bear to lose him!
Abraham said calmly, “You fell? Stella, do you really think that’s believable?”
Stella was on the verge of tears.
Please! Somebody come arrest me already! I’ll take any crime, just get me out of here!
“Stella,” Abraham said again, his low, magnetic voice hammering at her already fragile nerves.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Fine. If we can’t be siblings anymore, I’ll just work hard to pursue you!
Stella made up her mind, ready to blurt everything out-
But just then, Abraham’s phone buzzed.
The ringtone cut through the tension like a lifeline.
Stella, body still stiff with fear, glanced at the phone like it was her salvation. “Your phone’s ringing.”
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