The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 219

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.

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