The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 438

Chapter 438 Maybe He Really Can’t

Chapter 438 Maybe He Really Can’t

Stella frowned. “He wasn’t mad about that? Then why did he scare you?”

Even someone like Stella, who usually had no interest in gossip, couldn’t help getting curious now.

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“I thought Victor wasn’t… functional in that department? Guys are super sensitive about that kind of thing. You touched him and he still didn’t get mad?”

Abraham walked in just in time to hear that last part.

And instantly regretted it.

That mouth of hers–first corrupted by Marie, then infected by Eddie. No saving it now.

Tessa hesitated, her voice guilty, but clearly joining the gossip fest herself. So much for those intense vows she’d made earlier -completely forgotten now.

But before spilling anything, she made sure to double–check that the door was locked.

“Hey, let me tell you… I think he really might not be.”

Stella perked up. “Oh? Go on.”

Back when she and Marie talked about it, it had all just been speculation. None of them had any solid proof one way or the other.

But the way Tessa said “might,” it didn’t sound like a guess. It sounded like a fact.

Tessa cleared her throat. “Well, I wiped him down forever last night, and he didn’t react at all.”

Stella blinked. “Yeah, that’s definitely a no–go.”

What a waste of such a perfect face.

“But then what exactly did you do today to get on his bad side?” For her to be this scared, it had to be serious.

Wait–didn’t Stella call her again last night?

She’d been half–asleep… what had she told her?

Tessa mentioned the fever meds, and Stella vaguely remembered saying…

“Take a few more“?!

Stella’s face twitched. She cut in before Tessa could say anything else. “Wait. How many fever pills did you give Victor last night?”

Oh no.

She’d seriously been so out of it she’d told Tessa to give him extra meds?

He could’ve died from that!

Her brain went blank, silently praying that Tessa had enough sense not to follow that advice.

Tessa muttered, “Just one. I figured you were half–asleep when you said that.”

Stella exhaled, relief flooding through her. “Good. That’s good.”

Oh thank god…

If he’d taken several of those, even someone as tough as Victor might’ve ended

Tessa huffed. “I’m not that dumb.”

up hospitalized.

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Chapter 438 Maybe He Really Can’t

“Then what did you do this time to set him off?”

It wasn’t the fever treatment. It wasn’t the meds.

Then what the hell was it?

Tessa groaned. “He fired the cook and made me cook instead.”

“You can’t cook.”

Other than boiling some porridge–and people couldn’t live on porridge forever.

“Exactly. I told him I couldn’t. But he still made me do it, so I figured I’d make some pasta.”

“That’s something you can do.”

She’d messed it up before, but she’d succeeded too. Shouldn’t have been a big deal.

“I can. But today, for some reason, I messed it up twice.”

Wait, what?

“You messed up pasta?”

“First time, I burned it.”

How do you burn something that’s boiled in water?

“Second time, it turned into this weird mush. Like a noodle pancake.”

Stella winced. “Seriously?”

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