Chapter 208 A Bitter Confession


    Looking into <b>Abraham’s </b>deep eyes. Ste’s mind was in disarray. She couldn’t see or understand the emotions that flickered <b>across </b>his gaze.


    Feeling guilty, she lowered her head.


    “So what do you <b>want </b>me


    me to do, Abraham?”


    Argh! I felt that our rtionship was no longer pure.


    When Abel. Eddie, and Victor entered the room, they saw Ste sitting across from Abraham, looking like a <b>child </b>who had been scolded.


    Her head was bowed, and she looked very pitiful.


    Eddie stepped <b>forward</b>. “What is this? Still scolding the child? She’s all grown up now.”


    Abraham gave him a cold look.


    Eddie stopped mid–sentence,


    Great. Il ‘henever Abraham scolds someone, no one can speak in defense of the child.


    Eddie gave Ste a sympathetic look.


    Ste felt even more shy when she saw <b>them </b>enter and didn’t dare <b>look </b>


    Victor pulled her gently. <b>“</b>Go sit next to <b>him</b>.”


    Ste didn’t dare to move.


    I had assumed earlier that it was just me and Abraham, so I sat across from him. <ol><li>up. </li></ol>


    When Victor saw that Ste didn’t move, he <b>didn’t </b>dare sit next to her either.


    Every time someone sat next to Ste, Abraham’s face went cold, and no one dared to face that.


    “You can say a few words, right? She’s grown up. You can’t keep scolding her, Victor said, trying to defend Ste.


    Seeing Ste sitting there, too scared to move, Victor sighed.


    Abraham’s voice sounded low and deep. “Come here.”


    Ste froze.


    His tone… Is he <b>really </b>getting angry? Does my kiss upset him? Have I crossed some unspoken line?


    <b>Guiltly</b>, she got up <b>and </b>sat down next to <b>Abraham</b>, feeling small and helpless.


    Dinner arrived.


    Abraham <b>and </b>Victor had begun <b>to </b>talk


    Victor asked, “When you find Lancelot, <b>what </b>will <b>you </b><b>do</b><b>?</b>”


    This time, <b>Lancelot’s </b><b>actions </b>had <b>shaken </b>the Luke family, and Abraham <b>wasn’t </b><b>about </b>to let <b>it </b>


    Abraham’s eyes sharpened. He ced a piece of meat in Ste’s bowl. “Let’s eat first.”


    Chapter <b>208 </b>A Bitter Confession


    Victor nodded and <b>said </b>to the waiter, “<b>Wine</b>”


    We can’t just ea


    eat; we have to have a good wine with it.


    Finished


    When Ste heard Victor ask for wine, she instinctively looked at Abraham. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his expression <b>was </b><b>cold</b>.


    Is it because of my kiss? Or the mention of Lancelot?


    I’m not unfamiliar with Lancelot. He had caused quite a stir in Fleute in recent years, and no one’s business was safe from him.


    But I hadn’t known that Abraham had problems with him. This was the first time they had been at odds.


    The wine was brought.


    Victor uncorked the bottle, handed it to Abraham, and poured <b>himself </b>a ss.


    When it came to Eddie and Abel, Abel refused. He had to stay alert.


    Seeing Abraham about to drink, Ste tensed. She tugged nervously at his sweater.


    <b>Abraham </b>looked at her. “What’s wrong?”


    Ste hesitated. “I’m not feeling well tonight, so I <b>can’t </b>make you any sobering <b>soup</b>.”


    Victor <b>and </b>Eddie exchanged nces.


    Eddieughed. “Does your brother really need sobering <b>soup</b>? His tolerance is over the limit.


    Before Eddie could continue, <b>he </b>suddenly felt a <b>sharp </b>pain in his leg, and <b>his </b>teasing came to an abrupt halt.


    Ste looked at Eddie in confusion.


    What was that all about?


    Eddie forced a smile <b>and </b>looked at Abraham, who gave <b>him </b>another cold look.


    Eddie shut his mouth.


    What was wrong now? Why couldn’t I speak freely in front of Ste? It made no sense,


    “I know you get <b>a </b>fever every time, but you…”


    Before he could finish, another sharp pain shot through his leg!


    Eddie winced. “.”


    Thu!


    Ste looked at Eddie in <b>confusion</b>, then at Abraham.


    Abraham, arms folded, stared at Eddie with cold eyes. Eddie, meeting that gaze, immediately fell silent.


    I hadn’t done anything wrong, had II was just stating the obvious. Abraham had been running a fever all the time. But it wasn’t as if he hadn’t been clear–headed when it happened<b>. </b>


    Ste blinked and asked him, “He what?”


    Her innocent expression, coupled with Abraham’s cold stare, made Eddie feel like if he said another <b>word</b>, Abraham would