The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 A Bitter Confession

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

Feeling guilty, she lowered her head.

“So what do you want me

me to do, Abraham?”

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

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

Her head was bowed, and she looked very pitiful.

Eddie stepped forward. “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 Stella a sympathetic look.

Stella felt even more shy when she saw them enter and didn’t dare look

Victor pulled her gently. “Go sit next to him.”

Stella didn’t dare to move.

I had assumed earlier that it was just me and Abraham, so I sat across from him.

1. up.

When Victor saw that Stella didn’t move, he didn’t dare sit next to her either.

Every time someone sat next to Stella, 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 Stella.

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

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

Stella froze.

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

Guiltly, she got up and sat down next to Abraham, feeling small and helpless.

Dinner arrived.

Abraham and Victor had begun to talk

Victor asked, “When you find Lancelot, what will you do?”

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

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

Chapter 208 A Bitter Confession

Victor nodded and said to the waiter, “Wine”

We can’t just ea

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

Finished

When Stella heard Victor ask for wine, she instinctively looked at Abraham. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his expression was cold.

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 himself a glass.

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

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

Abraham looked at her. “What’s wrong?”

Stella hesitated. “I’m not feeling well tonight, so I can’t make you any sobering soup.”

Victor and Eddie exchanged glances.

Eddie laughed. “Does your brother really need sobering soup? His tolerance is over the limit.

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

Stella looked at Eddie in confusion.

What was that all about?

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

Eddie shut his mouth.

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

“I know you get a fever every time, but you…”

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

Eddie winced. “.”

Thu!

Stella looked at Eddie in confusion, 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.

Stella blinked and asked him, “He what?”

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