Chapter 220 Trapped by Lies


    Her mind had already been barely functioning.


    Now, hearing Abraham actually ask how it happened, Ste felt like she couldn’t even breathe.


    “Um, uh…”


    No matter how smart she usually was, right now, she couldn’te up with a single. good excuse.


    <i>Ugh</i>, this is a disaster..


    Wait, she suddenly thought of something: “It was a nosebleed.”


    Abraham raised an eyebrow. “Hm?”


    Ste nodded quickly. “Yeah, a nosebleed. When I was helping you, I identally bumped into something and got a nosebleed. It got on the scarf.”


    Would that work?


    She <i>just </i>didn’t know if Abraham would actually buy it.


    Abraham arched his brow, a look in his deep eyes that Ste couldn’t read.


    “Nosebleed?”


    She swallowed hard. “Yeah, nosebleed.”


    Absolutely. <i>It </i>was a <i>nosebleed</i>. What <i>else </i>could it <i>be</i><i>?! </i>


    Facing Abraham’s stare, Ste felt like she was suffocating<b>. </b>


    Without saying a word, Abraham strode forward and scooped her up from the bed.


    He pinched her nose lightly, a rare trace of indulgence in his actions. “Got a nosebleed. huh?”


    “I already wiped it clean,” Ste mumbled, heart pounding wildly.


    She struggled to wriggle out of his grasp.


    More like scared to death!


    If he kept pressing her like this, she was seriously going to die of fear.


    But because of her sudden movement, the scarf around her neck loosened.


    Therge patches of bruising immediately caught Abraham’s sharp gaze.


    His deep eyes darkened. “What happened to your neck?”


    Ste froze.


    It


    was like her mind exploded with a loud <i>bang.Please </i>just stop asking!


    –


    Dear God, <i>if </i>I’vemitted a <i>crime</i><i>, </i><i>send </i><i>the </i><i>police </i><i>after </i>me <i>don’t </i><i>keep </i>torturing me like this<i>! </i>


    –


    After spending the entire night making up excuses, Ste now found herselfpletely speechless.


    She cautiously met Abraham’s gaze.


    “Abraham,” she whispered.


    “What is it?<b>” </b>


    His warm fingers lightly brushed the bruises on her neck.


    The heat of his touch made Ste tremble all over.


    She could barely breathe. “If I did something wrong… would you forgive me?”


    She really, truly felt like crying.


    Abraham replied calmly, “That would depend on what you did.”


    Ste was silent.


    Would he forgive me for… sleeping <i>with </i><i>him</i><i>? </i>


    But it wasn’t my fault<i>! </i>


    He was the one who started it!


    But now this idiot didn’t even remember anything what if he turned around and


    Ste’s brain turned to mush.


    Seeing her staying silent, Abraham added, “If Ste fell in love with another man, then no – I wouldn’t forgive that.”


    Ste’s eyelids twitched hard.


    She stiffly stared at him, screaming internally: <i>What </i><i>if </i><i>I </i>fell <i>for </i>you<i>? </i>Would you <i>forgive </i><i>me </i>then?!


    Her heart was already a mess.


    And now, after what Abraham said, she felt like her soul was about to implode.


    “I’m really tired. I’m going to sleep,” she muttered desperately.


    If she couldn’t answer, she might as well pretend to be asleep and escape.


    But Abraham clearly wasn’t about to let her off that easy.


    His strong hands caught her slim waist, holding her firmly in ce, leaving her nowhere to run.


    “Ste, you still haven’t told me


    how exactly did you get hurt like that?” he pressed.


    Ste’s mind went nk.


    “I fell,” she said weakly.


    A terrible excuse.


    But at this point, her brain couldn’t think of anything better.


    Just stop asking.


    If he kept pressing her, she was honestly ready to just confess everything. would be the end of their rtionship as brother and sister.


    and that


    No she couldn’t <i>risk </i><i>it</i>. She couldn’t bear to lose him<i>! </i>


    Abraham said calmly, “You fell? Ste, do you really think that’s believable?”


    Ste was on the verge of tears.


    <i>Please</i><i>! </i><i>Somebody </i><ie </i><i>arrest </i><i>me </i><i>already</i><i>! </i><i>I’ll </i><i>take </i><i>any </i><i>crime</i>, <i>just </i><i>get </i><i>me </i><i>out </i>of here<i>! </i>


    “Ste,” Abraham said again, his low, maic voice hammering at her already fragile nerves.


    She couldn’t take it anymore.


    <i>Fine</i><i>. </i><i>If </i>we <i>can’t </i><i>be </i><i>siblings </i><i>anymore</i>, <i>I’ll </i><i>just </i>work <i>hard </i><i>to </i><i>pursue </i><i>you</i><i>! </i>


    Ste made up her mind, ready to blurt everything out-


    But just then, Abraham’s phone buzzed.


    The ringtone cut through the tension like a lifeline.


    Ste, body still stiff with fear, nced at the phone like it was her salvation. “Your phone’s ringing.”