The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 No Escape

Wait–what was this?

He wanted to sleep with her?

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“W–What are you doing?” Stella stammered.

Abraham said calmly. “Is there a problem?”

Stella was speechless.

Was there a problem? How could there not be?

At dinner, he had acted that way with her right in front of everyone, and now…

Their relationship had leapt from childhood companions to something she couldn’t even name yet.

Shouldn’t he at least pretend to be a little reserved?

“What are you thinking about?” Abrahamn asked.

When Stella didn’t answer, he reached out and pinched her small nose.

Stella mumbled. I was thinking… is this really okay?”

She rubbed her hands together, the question coming out cautiously.

Abraham: “What’s wrong with it?”

Stella was speechless.

What’s wrong with it? That’s the question!

Last night, in that wild moment, she had thrown all caution to the wind.

But now that she was thinking clearly, the weight of everything crashed back down on her.

Everyone in Fleule thought of them as siblings. Even if they had no blood ties, just the thought of how this could impact Abraham made her panic.

She had lived recklessly in Rivermount these past two years, never caring what anyone said about her.

She hadn’t cared how Lilian smeared her, hadn’t cared about gossip.

But when it came to Abraham- she cared.

She cared because she didn’t want anyone to hurt him.

Not even a word of slander.

“Stella”

Abraham pulled her into his arms.

With one smooth move, he rolled them so she was tucked against his chest.

His voice, low and magnetic, brushed against her ear, soothing her panicked heart.

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Even if she wanted to, she knew it would all unravel the second he so much as looked at her.

Abraham flipped her over again, pinning her lightly under him.

“So, he murmured, “Stella’s afraid of that?”

Stella shrank down, feeling like a helpless little bird.

Seeing her curl up so timidly, Abraham chuckled and brushed his lips over hers.

“Who dares drown us with their words?” he whispered.

Stella didn’t respond.

Abraham ruffled her hair, then flipped over, pulling her snugly into his arms.

“Silly girl,” he said, his voice full of helpless tenderness.

Stella shifted in his arms, finding a comfortable spot to lean against.

She knew trying to kick him out was pointless,

When had she ever been able to win against him?

From the very beginning, her world had always revolved around Abraham.

He made the rules. And now, even their relationship changing like this… it wasn’t something she could stop.

Abraham kissed her forehead again, soft and lingering.

It wasn’t enough.

No matter how many times he touched her, no matter how close he pulled her, it would never be enough.

Just the faintest brush of her skin, and he wanted more. More, and more…

Stella felt the shift in his body and stiffened,

“Abraham,” she squeaked. “I’m still hurt.”

In her panic, she even forgot to call him “brother.”

Hearing his name from her mouth, so timid and pleading, made Abraham’s smile deepen.

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