Chapter 156 A Fever That Wasn’t
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Ste’s hands around <b>his </b>neck trembled. She didn’t know why, but that word-“check“-sounded a little… suggestive.
She clung tighter to him. “Don’t touch me. I’m not running a fever.”
“Then why’s your face so red?”
Ste <b>stayed </b>quiet.
Why is he still asking? Could he just stop already?
It was driving her nuts..
“So, what was this fun ce you were talking about?”
Overwhelmed, she changed the subject fast.
At the mention of food, <b>Abraham </b>chuckled. “You’ll see when we get there.”
Ste narrowed her eyes. “So mysterious.”
The two chatted idly as they <b>drove</b>, and about half an hourter, they arrived at their destination
Before stepping out of the car, Ste made sure <b>to </b>wrap her scarf tightly around <b>her </b>neck.
Thest thing she needed was anyone else seeing those <b>marks </b><b>and </b>asking questions. <i>Let </i>her live in peace, please.
But thinking about how both Abraham and Ethan had reacted to the marks earlier, Ste couldn’t help sneaking another nce at Abraham
He <b>caught </b>it. “What are you <b>looking </b>at?”
“I was wondering… if you’ve had any women around these past years.”
Because if he hadn’t, it’d make sense why he didn’t recognize those <b>marks </b>for what they were.
Abraham’s face shifted.
His eyes on her turned more serious.
He yanked her into his arms and lifted her chin with two fingers. “You’ve gotten bold. Now you think you can poke around in my <b>private </b>life?”
“I–I didn’t mean it like that. I was just aski Curious, that’s all.
Just a question. That’s not illegal, right?
Abraham’s smile deepened. “<b>Just </b>asking?”
To Ste, that smile looked anything but harmless. Her throat tightened.
“What? I can’t <b>ask</b>?”
“Then tell me, Ste–do you hope I have, or haven’t?”
Ste froze.
Why’s he flipping this on me!!
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But Abraham <b>was </b>holding her firmly–there was <b>nowhere </b>to run.
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And maybe it was <b>just </b>her imagination, but <b>when </b>he repeated the question, his deep voice held a hint of something probing. *So, what do you hope for? That I have, or haven’t?”
Ste gulped.
They were close–too close. She could feel the warmth
his breath.
“1, um
Bzzz bzzz bzzz-
Just when she was about to implode, Abraham’s phone buzzed.
He let
<b>and </b>pulled it out to <b>check </b>the caller.
Ste seized the chance and scrambled away.
Way too scary.
Abraham answered, “Hello?”
“How’s my darling <b>doing</b>?”
It was the voice of a middle–aged woman–Abraham’s mother<b>, </b><b>Evelyn</b>.
She had always doted on Ste, never willing to let her suffer <b>even </b><b>a </b>little.
Back when <b>Marie </b>wanted to <b>send </b>Ste for training. Evelyn was the one most strongly against it.
Abraham watched Ste’s yful silhouette bounce ahead, full of life just like when she was a kid.
“She’s doing well.”
“Bring her back soon. If you don’t, Marie’s going toe looking for you both,” Evelyn warned.
“Tell her to stay away.”
Everyone knew what Marie was like. She’d go after Ste for sneaking out of Fleule and punish her with everything she had.
And those punishments Ste might not be able to <b>take </b>them,
“I’m holding her back. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a three–month program this time–it’d be three <b>years</b>.”
Abraham’s face darkened instantly at the sound of <b>that</b>.
No matter what, he <b>had </b>to keep Ste close. He couldn’t let Marie get her hands on her <b>again</b>.
They exchanged <b>a </b>few more words.
Before hanging up, Evelyn added, “This time, watch her closely. Don’t you dare lose her <b>again</b>.”
Every word–don’t you lose her, don’t you lose her again–made it clear just how much Ste had meant to everyone since she left the Dawson family.
“I <b>know</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Abraham <b>hung </b>up.
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Abraham let out a dry chuckle. “She’s not blind,”
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Forget <b>the </b>fact that <b>Ethan </b>was still tangled up with Lilhan–even without her, Ste wouldn’t have looked at him twice.
Abel said, “Mr. Ethan’s still trying to buy Verdant Vi<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“Why doesn’t he just pitch a tent on the beach instead?”
Abraham’s tone <b>was </b>biting.
Still going in circles over Findant Pi? He really wasn’t worried that Lillian might die never knowing