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.

stepped forward and looked at his flushed checks. Unable to help herself, she reached, out and

“No fever this time.”

spike a fever–and she’d be the one dealing

Abraham never stayed out overnight. Abel always

once he was home, he wouldn’t let anyone else near him.

at Abraham’s flushed face,

you didn’t have

pondered. If that was true, then why had he still

her mouth, his warm hand closed around her

Stella could react, Abraham

and her lips just happened to land right

shock; she instinctively tried to pull

up, he cupped her small

laced with the scent of wine and roses.

11:57 AM

The Deal Just

called his

one word–spoken so softly–brought Abraham to

braced himself and looked down at

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

that look,

sleep eluded more than a few

of course, was a given–Lillian’s illness had gotten worse, and the pain kept her up all

be there, but tonight, for once,

she felt like she was dying. When she

tears welled