Chapter 25 Abraham’s Back
Susan felt as if she was on the verge of a heart attack. “You–you’re unbelievabler
At this moment, she was certain–this wasn’t her daughter. This was a debt collector, sent to make her life miserable.
<b>She </b>regretted bringing Ste back once again.
Then tell me, <b>what </b>do you want? Name your conditions<b>! </b><b>Susan </b>finally snapped, feeling like she had made the biggest concession she possibly could.
But the only response she got was <b>the </b>beep beep of a disconnected call. When she tried dialing again, she <b>found </b>her number had been blocked.
She was livid. Her chest tightened so much that she could hardly breathe.
At 7:30 PM, Ste stood outside the airport’s arrival terminal, holding a bouquet of roses in her arms. She was wrapped in a beige coat, her hair tied <i>up </i>in a neat bun, <b>making </b>her look both adorable and well–behaved.
A gust of cold wind slipped past her, and she instinctively shivered, pulling her coat tighter. Fie said eight o’clock.
Sure enough, the moment the clock struck eight, a familiar figure appeared in the crowd.
As the tall, imposing man stepped <b>into </b>view, Ste’s mind yed out a montage of memories–memories of being cradled in his arms, soothed andforted.
Dressed in a ck, mid–length trench coat, with <b>a </b>gray scarf wrapped around his neck, he exuded an air of warmth and refinement. But Ste knew better than anyone–the gentle exterior was nothing but a fa?ade. Beneath ity a ruthlessness. <b>and </b>madness no one could begin to fathom.
Abraham.
The <b>man </b>who had once carried her home…
The moment their eyes met, a chill ran down Ste’s spine. Abraham’s gaze held an undeniable authority <b>and </b>an icy sharpness that made her instinctively lower her head.
His shadow loomed over her, and the familiar scent of him wrapped around her like an inescapable.
Swallowing hard, Ste <b>nervously </b>extended the bouquet toward <b>him</b>. “T–These they’re your favorite.”
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. She was anxious, Afraid.
<b>But </b>Abraham didn’t take the flowers. The air around him grew even heavier, suffocating her with its pressure.
The terminal was bustling with people, but at that moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of them–Ste and Abrahamn.
Her <b>arms </b>began to tremble from holding the <b>flowers </b>up for so <b>long</b>. Hesitantly, she reached out <b>and </b>tugged at <b>his </b>scarf. “Abraham<b>…</b><b>” </b>
Her soft, delicate <b>voice </b>melted into the cold air, and for a fleeting moment, the tension in Abraham’s aura softened.
Refore she could react, her slender wrist was seized, and before she could utter a sound, she <b>was </b>yanked into his embrace.
“You’ve grown bolder, haven’t you? Hmm?“
His deep, maic voice carried an unmistakable trace of danger. Almost three years…..
Three years, and she hadn’t contacted him once.
Chapter 25 Abraham’s Back
“You should start thinking now–what you’re going to <b>say </b>to meter.”
His tone remained ominous, Ste felt a lump rise in her throat. I’m doomed.
Finished
Before she <b>could </b>stammer <b>out </b>a response. Abraham released her wrist, <b>took </b>her hand, and led her straight out of <b>the </b>airport.
Abel was already waiting outside. The moment he saw Abraham and Ste step out, he respectfully <b>opened </b>the car door.
Ste’s eyes widened in shock. “You shipped your car over?”
It was <b>Abraham’s </b>personal car from Falvaria.
If he had gone so far as to transport it here, that could only mean… he wasn’t nning to leave Rivermount anytime soon.
Her already uneasy heart clenched even tighter.
Abraham nced <b>down </b><b>at </b>her petite frame, barely reaching his chest. She gulped nervously under his scrutiny.
“Ms. Dawson, Abel greeted her politely.
Ste nodded, trying to maintain herposure. “Mr. Abel.”
The moment the words left her lips, the <b>man </b>behind her suddenly scooped her up <b>and </b>tossed her into the car.
Abraham followed her in, his presence filling the cabin with an overwhelming sense of dominance. Instinctively, Ste curled into a corner, trying to put some distance between them.
But it was pointless.
The moment the engine roared to life, her delicate wrist <b>was </b>captured in his <b>palm</b><b>. </b>Before she <b>could </b>react, she found herself pulled onto hisp.
“Abraham, you <b>can’t- </b>
“Hmm?”
Ste’s face turned beel red. I’m an adult now!”
<b>This </b>position was far too intimate. She was straddling hisp, their bodies far too close. Her breath hitched as his <b>cool </b>fingertips brushed against her chilled cheek, trailing down to her jaw.
<b>She </b>couldn’t meet his Kaze.
The restrained intensity in his eyes sent a wave of fear through her, a fear she couldn’t suppress.
But in front of <b>Abraham</b><b>… </b>there was nowhere to run.
“You’ve <b>grown </b>up.. so you won’t listen to me now?”
Ste stammered, “…”
<b>“</b>Did you have fun these past three years?”
<b>“</b>The word “fun” hit Ste like a punch to the gut, leaving her reeling.
<b>So </b>much had happened in the <b>past </b>few days. <b>She </b>had endured everything without shedding a single tear, snapping at those around her like a porcupine with its quills raised.
But <b>now</b>, sitting here, facing <b>Abraham</b>.. her heart felt inexplicably <b>sore</b>.
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