The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 576

Chapter 576 Stay Thirsty, My Friend

Abraham said, “Yeah. About us.”

“Us? What about us?”

He glanced at her, lips curving slightly. “With people talking about us like that, do you think Mom would just let it go?”

Hearing that, a rush of warmth passed through her chest.

Abraham gently squeezed her hand, thinking back to what she’d said at the banquet.

She’d clashed with those two women because they’d dragged his mother–and him–into their gossip.

And she… she’d refused to back down even a little when it came to their relationship.

“Hey–what are you doing…?”

Stella had already grabbed her pajamas and was about to head into the bathroom when she saw Abraham following her in.

She reacted quickly, blocking him with both hands.

Abraham glanced at the clothes in her arms, the smile on his face deepening. “Let’s shower together.”

Stella refused no matter what. But up against Abraham, how could she possibly win?

An hour later…

Her face was beet red. She let Abraham dry her hair for her while pouting at him in the mirror.

Once it was dry, he leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear. “What’s with that look, Stella? You not satisfied?”

Satisfied? How could she be?

The whole time, it was all about him….

She was going crazy. Seriously–how had she not realized just how bad this man could be?

Sniffling, Stella glared at him in the mirror, eyes full of complaint.

Abraham met her look and smiled wickedly. “So… should we-”

“Stop. Mom said for the first three months, you’re not allowed to lay a finger on me.”

He grabbed her little hand and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her straight toward the bed.

He’d just showered, and his entire body was still burning hot.

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Chapter 576 Stay Thirsty, My Friend

“What–what are you doing?” she stammered.

Abraham set her down and immediately picked up his phone, dialing Eddie.

It connected quickly. On the other end, Eddie’s voice was tired, dry, and absolutely lifeless: “What do you want?”

Time zone difference–Eddie’s side was still daytime.

Abraham: “Can I trust your medical opinion?”

“…What?”

“Pregnant women. First trimester. Really a no–go?”

Eddie, at that moment, was standing in the middle of endless dunes. All sand. Layer upon layer. As far as the eye could see–nothing but desolation.

He looked down at his water bottle, barely one–third full.

This wasn’t thirst. This was capital–T Thirst. So thirsty he didn’t even dare drink more than a sip at a time.

And yet Abraham was out here… living his best life.

That thought alone made Eddie’s frustration morph into a devilish grin. “Absolutely not.”

Just two words.

If Abraham was suffering from thirst? Then suffer they would–together.

Especially now that Eddie’s stomach let out a loud gurgle. That made it worse.

What kind of godforsaken place was this? Nothing to eat, barely anything to drink, and don’t even talk about sleeping.

Abraham: “Don’t come back for the next year.”

Eddie: “Abraham, you son of a-” Beep. Beep. Beep.

The call cut off before he could even finish cursing.

Eddie stared at the phone, fuming. He wanted nothing more than to go back and beat the hell out of Abraham.

Too bad that wasn’t an option. He couldn’t beat him.

The longer Eddie thought about everything he’d endured over the past few days, the more furious he became. Sure, this mission was important–but why the hell did he have to be the one sent?

Still boiling, he picked up his phone and texted Stella. “Don’t mess around with the pregnancy. Don’t let Abraham push his luck.”

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Chapter 576 Stay Thirsty, My Friend

Yeah. Let’s all suffer together,

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Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he followed up with a second text. “Actually, make that the entire None of it’s allowed.”

pregnancy.

Let’s see how long Abraham lasts. With a woman in his arms but nothing to touch? Let him stew in it. Let him explode from frustration.

He had this coming.

This was madness. Absolute madness…

“Dr. Eddie, we need to move.”

“I’m coming.”

Eddie stood up from the sand. His mouth was so dry it hurt. He grabbed the bottle, about to chug-

But stopped himself. Took a tiny sip.

“How long till the next waypoint?”

“About half a day. Really sorry, Dr. Eddie. Took the wrong turn and made you suffer for it.”

Took the wrong turn? Seriously?

Because of that wrong turn, what should’ve been a three–hour trip had become an all–day march.

And the car broke down halfway, too.

Thinking about it made Eddie even thirstier. He clutched the water bottle tighter.

So unreliable. This whole thing was a mess.

He’d barely taken a few steps when his phone buzzed again.

Abel.

Eddie’s blood pressure spiked just seeing Abraham’s right–hand man on the screen.

He picked up with zero patience. “What?!”

“Mr. Eddie.”

“What do you want?” Eddie snapped.

He was already on edge from all the walking. At this point, he genuinely hated Abraham.

Abel said, “Mr. Abraham wanted me to let you know… you’ll probably be stationed there for the next two years.”

“…He’s not a human being. He’s a damn monster.”

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