The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 140 The Deal Just Died

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Stella had been busy late into the night with that design for Sterling Global. When she heard the sound of an engine outside, she got up right away. She was worried Abraham might’ve been drinking, and besides, she was thirsty and wanted some

Water.

Sure enough, as soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she heard Abel’s voice.

“Mr. Abraham, you don’t even need to deal with those people. Why bother drinking their wine?

Abraham was sitting on the couch at that moment.

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, his head clearly aching. He didn’t say anything.

“I’ll have someone get you something to refresh yourself, Abel said.

“You can go,” Abraham replied, his voice low.

Even from a distance, Stella could hear the slur in his voice; it was obvious he’d had quite a bit to drink.

Abel had just turned to leave when he heard that, glancing back at Abraham before finally nodding

Once Abel was gone, Stella came down the stairs

Hearing footsteps, Abraham turned around. When he saw Stella, the stern, deep look he usually carried softened under the haze of alcohol.

“Star, come here.”

His gentle tone made Stella’s chest tighten unexpectedly.

checks. Unable to help herself, she reached, out

“No fever this time.”

Abraham drank, he’d spike a fever–and she’d be

stayed out overnight. Abel always personally brought him

wouldn’t let anyone else near him. It was always Stella

face,

you didn’t

then why had he

words left her mouth, his warm hand closed around her slender

could react, Abraham pulled

tumbled toward him, and

she

cupped her small chin, and his kiss came crashing down

the scent of

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she called his

one word–spoken so softly–brought Abraham to a

braced himself and looked down at

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could clearly see the tenderness in his drunken gaze. And that same tenderness struck something deep inside her. The walls

just that look, Abraham leaned down

night, sleep eluded more than a

gotten worse, and the pain kept her

always be there, but tonight, for once,

the only one at the hospital. Around midnight, Lillian was in so much pain she felt like she was dying. When she turned over, she saw the pillow was covered in strands

tears welled in