The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 25 Abraham’s Back

Susan felt as if she was on the verge of a heart attack. “You–you’re unbelievabler

At this moment, she was certain–this wasn’t her daughter. This was a debt collector, sent to make her life miserable.

She regretted bringing Stella back once again.

Then tell me, what do you want? Name your conditions! Susan finally snapped, feeling like she had made the biggest concession she possibly could.

But the only response she got was the beep beep of a disconnected call. When she tried dialing again, she found her number had been blocked.

She was livid. Her chest tightened so much that she could hardly breathe.

At 7:30 PM, Stella stood outside the airport’s arrival terminal, holding a bouquet of roses in her arms. She was wrapped in a beige coat, her hair tied up in a neat bun, making her look both adorable and well–behaved.

A gust of cold wind slipped past her, and she instinctively shivered, pulling her coat tighter. Fie said eight o’clock.

Sure enough, the moment the clock struck eight, a familiar figure appeared in the crowd.

As the tall, imposing man stepped into view, Stella’s mind played out a montage of memories–memories of being cradled in his arms, soothed and comforted.

Dressed in a black, mid–length trench coat, with a gray scarf wrapped around his neck, he exuded an air of warmth and refinement. But Stella knew better than anyone–the gentle exterior was nothing but a façade. Beneath it lay a ruthlessness. and madness no one could begin to fathom.

Abraham.

The man who had once carried her home…

The moment their eyes met, a chill ran down Stella’s spine. Abraham’s gaze held an undeniable authority and an icy sharpness that made her instinctively lower her head.

familiar scent of him wrapped

Stella nervously extended the bouquet toward

wildly in her chest. She was anxious,

the flowers. The air around him grew

the world seemed to shrink down to just the

flowers up for so long. Hesitantly, she reached out

delicate voice melted into the cold air, and for a fleeting moment, the tension in Abraham’s aura

she could react, her slender wrist was seized, and before she could utter a sound,

bolder, haven’t you?

deep, magnetic voice carried an unmistakable trace of

and she hadn’t

Chapter 25 Abraham’s Back

start thinking now–what you’re going

Stella felt a lump rise in her throat. I’m

Finished

could stammer out a response. Abraham released her wrist,

already waiting outside. The moment he saw Abraham

in shock.

Abraham’s personal car from

had gone so far as to transport it here, that could only mean… he wasn’t planning to

uneasy heart clenched

petite frame, barely reaching his

Dawson, Abel greeted her

nodded, trying to maintain

the man behind her suddenly scooped her up