The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156 A Fever That Wasn’t

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Stella’s hands around his neck trembled. She didn’t know why, but that word-“check“-sounded a little… suggestive.

She clung tighter to him. “Don’t touch me. I’m not running a fever.”

“Then why’s your face so red?”

Stella stayed quiet.

Why is he still asking? Could he just stop already?

It was driving her nuts..

“So, what was this fun place you were talking about?”

Overwhelmed, she changed the subject fast.

At the mention of food, Abraham chuckled. “You’ll see when we get there.”

Stella narrowed her eyes. “So mysterious.”

The two chatted idly as they drove, and about half an hour later, they arrived at their destination

Before stepping out of the car, Stella made sure to wrap her scarf tightly around her neck.

The last thing she needed was anyone else seeing those marks and asking questions. Let her live in peace, please.

But thinking about how both Abraham and Ethan had reacted to the marks earlier, Stella couldn’t help sneaking another glance at Abraham

He caught it. “What are you looking at?”

“I was wondering… if you’ve had any women around these past years.”

Because if he hadn’t, it’d make sense why he didn’t recognize those marks for what they were.

Abraham’s face shifted.

His eyes on her turned more serious.

He yanked her into his arms and lifted her chin with two fingers. “You’ve gotten bold. Now you think you can poke around in my private life?”

“I–I didn’t mean it like that. I was just aski Curious, that’s all.

Just a question. That’s not illegal, right?

Abraham’s smile deepened. “Just asking?”

To Stella, that smile looked anything but harmless. Her throat tightened.

“What? I can’t ask?”

“Then tell me, Stella–do you hope I have, or haven’t?”

Stella froze.

Why’s he flipping this on me!!

4:30 PM

Chapter 156 A Fever That Wasn’t

But Abraham was holding her firmly–there was nowhere to run.

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And maybe it was just her imagination, but when he repeated the question, his deep voice held a hint of something probing. *So, what do you hope for? That I have, or haven’t?”

Stella gulped.

They were close–too close. She could feel the warmth

his breath.

“1, um

Bzzz bzzz bzzz-

Just when she was about to implode, Abraham’s phone buzzed.

He let

and pulled it out to check the caller.

Stella seized the chance and scrambled away.

Way too scary.

Abraham answered, “Hello?”

“How’s my darling doing?”

It was the voice of a middle–aged woman–Abraham’s mother, Evelyn.

She had always doted on Stella, never willing to let her suffer even a little.

Back when Marie wanted to send Stella for training. Evelyn was the one most strongly against it.

Abraham watched Stella’s playful silhouette bounce ahead, full of life just like when she was a kid.

“She’s doing well.”

“Bring her back soon. If you don’t, Marie’s going to come looking for you both,” Evelyn warned.

“Tell her to stay away.”

Everyone knew what Marie was like. She’d go after Stella for sneaking out of Fleule and punish her with everything she had.

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