The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221 No Longer Hidden

Abraham glanced at her, then finally let her go and turned to pick up his phone.

It was Abel calling.

At this hour?

Abraham’s expression darkened. He stepped aside to answer, his voice cold. “Speak.”

Seeing him walk out to take the call, Stella’s heart kept pounding wildly.

She had a strong feeling this wasn’t over.

Barely a minute later, Abraham returned from the balcony, still holding the phone, his face cold.

“Weren’t you tired? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I am, I am! I’m going right now,” Stella said quickly.

She dove straight into the covers, desperate for him not to ask anything more.

But… what about tomorrow?

Her neck was covered in bruises, and it definitely wouldn’t fade in just a few days.

Seeing her burrow into the blanket, Abraham’s cold expression softened slightly with a touch of helplessness.

He walked over, picked her up, and laid her flat on the bed. “How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t sleep curled up like that it’s bad for your heart.”

Stella stayed silent.

I just want to be an ostrich right now.

Once you leave, I’ll flip over on my own, okay?

Abraham pulled the blanket over her properly. Before getting up, his fingers brushed lightly against the bruises on her neck.

Stella’s nerves instantly tightened.

Abraham said meaningfully, “With bruises like these, it won’t heal in less than a week.”

Stella’s breathing hitched.

Was that really necessary?

Wait

what did he mean by that?

Does he… actually remember everything?

As Abraham straightened up, Stella panicked and grabbed the front of his robe.

In her rush, her nails accidentally scratched across his chest, leaving a mark that perfectly matched the scratches he already had.

Stella’s breath caught.

Feeling the sting, Abraham looked down at his chest. “Stella.”

She froze.

Abraham’s deep voice asked, “This scratch.

you

aid it?”

“I didn’t!” Stella blurted out.

Now I’m really doomed.

She honestly hadn’t scratched him before heaven knows she hadn’t.

But now… how could she explain this?

Abraham’s gaze grew even darker, his eyes glinting with a dangerous heat.

Stella’s breathing grew frantic. “Abraham, is it really unforgivable if someone

Especially if that man is you…

She couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Forget it. Better to just say it outright than die a slow death!

But just as she was about to speak, Abel’s call came through again.

Abraham lowered his gaze, looking at Stella’s hand still gripping his robe. She immediately let go.

“You- you should answer that,” she stammered.

Please, just go already. Stop torturing me!

Seeing her trying to bury herself under the blanket again, Abraham reached out and caught her.

The bruises on her neck vivid and clear- burned into his mind like blooming roses.

He let out a soft chuckle and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Be good. Get some sleep.”

Then he finally left.

Stella’s heart pounded wildly.

–

Her mind was racing so fast it felt like it might explode and suddenly, an overwhelming sense of grievance welled up inside her.

When grievance reached its peak, it turned into reckless courage.

In that moment, Stella’s fear completely evaporated.

Just as Abraham’s hand touched the door handle, Stella blurted out:

“Abraham, last night… you slept with me.”

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She couldn’t see his expression – but right now, she had already thrown. caution to the wind.

She had hidden her feelings for so many years.

In Fleule, she’d been terrified anyone would notice how she felt about Abraham.

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Every time Abraham’s friends teased him –“Your little sister is so cute,” “She’s so considerate,” “She came to pick you up“– those casual words stabbed into her heart.

They constantly reminded her:

You are his sister.

Even though there was no blood relation, everyone treated her as Abraham’s.

sister.

That deep–rooted belief- could she really overturn it?

And then there were the families.

With Abraham’s position and future, he would inevitably end up with someone of equal status.

In both background and identity.

All of it had always reminded Stella:

Her love was as tiny and fragile as a flickering candle flame.

Faced with her feelings, she had been terrified to show them.

Out of fear, she had kept a distance between them.