The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 227 A Silent Confession

Hearing her words, Abraham’s hand froze for a moment.

Then, without a word, he scooped her up–blanket and all–and settled her on his lap.

“Ow, it hurts,” Stella whimpered.

Abraham gently pulled the blanket away from her face.

What met his eyes was Stella’s flushed little face, red from holding her breath for so long.

Abraham’s expression was serious.

Stella blinked up at him, her wide eyes shimmering with unshed tears, looking impossibly pitiful.

Abraham sighed helplessly. “It hurts a lot?”

Stella nodded, looking absolutely miserable.

Abraham carefully checked her over despite her protests. She was injured not seriously, but definitely hurt.

After the check, Stella immediately dove back under the covers. “You get out now!”

Abraham chuckled softly, reached out, and pulled the blanket off her head again.

Stella started fighting him like a wildcat.

But the next second, she froze.

His cool lips pressed down on hers.

Stella’s pupils shrank sharply.

Wait–that–this–they-

away,

an eyebrow. “What? Still not

even deeper shade of red, as if she might

up, and stammered, “You–you’re sober right now, aren’t you?

there was no smell of alcohol on

He’s sober… completely sober.

just now… he

the way he had pinned her down earlier, Stella’s

distance between them had completely

then what

her soft hair affectionately. “What’s

grabbed his hand

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a

voice was gentle and indulgent, instantly calming the

how much fear and uncertainty

since Abraham had been both drunk and

up, forget everything, and refuse to acknowledge

this now, Stella’s eyes instantly

and threw her arms around his neck.

Hm

thought you wouldn’t admit it… I thought

Eddie had almost pulled off her

out what had happened between her and

Stella sobbed harder.

patted her

indulgent, with a hint of helpless