Chapter 32 It Is Not Too Late
Especially the dangerous look on Abraham.
At this moment, <b>she </b>was sitting on hisp again.
Abraham seemed to really like holding her<b>, as </b>if in his heart, she had never grown up.
But she <b>had </b>grown up, and <b>had </b>been an adult for a long time.
In <b>his </b>arms, however, what she felt was not the pampering he used to show her <b>when </b>she <b>was </b><b>a </b>child.
At this moment, Abraham w
full of danger
Ste lowered her head, “Well, could you just ask directly?”
Dmn Ethan, I’ve already exined everything, but with him messing things up, <i>it </i>feels like everything I said earlier was in vain.
Abraham asked, “Were you protecting him just now?”
Does he <b>mean </b>I told Ethan to leave?
Ste shook her head. “No, I just didn’t want the ce I’ve been living in for two years to get dirty.”
Abraham could kill. She had just felt the same kind of danger she had felt when he killed someone before.
Under his gentle exterior, there was a bloodthirsty heart like a wolf’s.
When she was 13<b>, </b>she was kidnapped. <b>Abraham </b>found her and killed all the kidnappers <b>right </b>in front of her.
Since then, she knew Abraham was not as gentle as he appeared.
When he became ruthless, human life was nothing to him.
If Ethan hadn’t left just now, Ste was sure Abraham would have killed him.
“In a ce like Rivermount, you can’t break thew, Ste said softly.
Abraham iaughed. “Star, are you trying to lecture me?”
Ste pursed her lips!
“Anyway, I already told you why I was going to get engaged to Ethan back then. Just don’t go around killing people.”
People could have grudges, and any kind of revenge was fine, but directly taking a life wasn’t Even after being with Abraham <b>for </b><b>so </b>many years, she <b>was </b>still afraid of having blood on her hands.
Feeling her body tense up, Abraham knew that the incident from years ago had left a significant psychological scar on her.
Otherwise, when the Tom family <b>had </b>threatened her<b>, </b><b>she </b>wouldn’t have been so scared that she listened to their demands.
Thinking about the fear she had to <b>endure</b>, the coldness at the corner of Abraham’s mouth slowly faded, reced by a gentle warmth like that of an older brother.
<b>“</b><b>Alright</b>, I’ll listen to you and be a good citizen.”
Ste didn’t quite believe it.
Abraham ruffled her soft hair. “Do you v
want
nt to go back to sleep?”
Ste shook her head,
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Chapter 32 It Is Not Too Late
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“Where to<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Ste instinctively nced out the window. It was dark outside. Looking at the clock, it was already six o’clock!
It was still pretty dark in Rivermount at <b>this </b>time.
Abraham looked <b>around </b>the thousand–square–foot ce, feeling a bit of <b>a </b>headache. He had given Ste plenty of money over the years, yet this <b>was </b>how she had taken care of herself.
Abel was called over by a phone call.
Ste was packed up <b>and </b>taken to Verdant Vi overnight.
Looking at the massive castle<b>–</b>like estate, she stared at Abraham <b>in </b><b>shock</b>. “Is this yours?”
“It’s yours,” Abraham <b>said</b>.
It was indeed Ste’s, as the ownership of the estate was under her name.
Ste’s mouth twitched. “Mine?”
“Yeah, remember this ce? You said you liked it before.”
Ste was left momentarily stunned.
She <b>had </b>said she liked many ces, and she couldn’t quite recall saying she liked this one.
But in Rivermount, she had always known about this ce.
Once, Ethan had known this estate was empty and had Jason investigate who the real owner was, even considering buying it.
However, despite Jason’s efforts, he never found out who owned <b>the </b>estate.
Now
<b>that </b>she knew it was hers, Ste was a little stunned.
“Are we going to live here next?”
Abraham nodded. “Yes, I need to deal with some things in Rivermount, so we’ll probably stay for a while.”
Ste just said “Oh
Since Abraham said he had business to attend to, she didn’t ask too many questions. She usually didn’t pry into his work.
And <b>so</b>, Ste moved to Verdant Vi.
When Abel took her to her room, he said, “<b>This </b>was originally a gift from Mr. Abraham for youring of age. Although it wasn’t given <b>to </b>you on your 18th birthday, it’s <b>not </b>toote now.”
The words ing of age” made Ste’s eyes water.
Abraham had said that for hering–of–age gift, he would give her something she really wanted.
Before her father’s ident, hering–of–age gift had already been in <b>preparation</b>, personally designed by Abraham.
<b>But </b>unfortunately…
She sighed inwardly and nodded. “Yeah, it’s not toote now.”