The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 438 Maybe He Really Can’t

Chapter 438 Maybe He Really Can’t

Stella frowned. “He wasn’t mad about that? Then why did he scare you?”

Even someone like Stella, who usually had no interest in gossip, couldn’t help getting curious now.

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“I thought Victor wasn’t… functional in that department? Guys are super sensitive about that kind of thing. You touched him and he still didn’t get mad?”

Abraham walked in just in time to hear that last part.

And instantly regretted it.

That mouth of hers–first corrupted by Marie, then infected by Eddie. No saving it now.

Tessa hesitated, her voice guilty, but clearly joining the gossip fest herself. So much for those intense vows she’d made earlier -completely forgotten now.

But before spilling anything, she made sure to double–check that the door was locked.

“Hey, let me tell you… I think he really might not be.”

Stella perked up. “Oh? Go on.”

Back when she and Marie talked about it, it had all just been speculation. None of them had any solid proof one way or the other.

But the way Tessa said “might,” it didn’t sound like a guess. It sounded like a fact.

Tessa cleared her throat. “Well, I wiped him down forever last night, and he didn’t react at all.”

Stella blinked. “Yeah, that’s definitely a no–go.”

What a waste of such a perfect face.

on his bad side?” For

Stella call her

half–asleep… what

the fever meds, and Stella vaguely remembered

“Take a few more“?!

Tessa could say anything else. “Wait. How many fever

Oh no.

she’d told Tessa to give him

could’ve died from

brain went blank, silently praying that Tessa had enough sense not

muttered, “Just one. I figured you

through

Oh thank god…

several of those, even someone as tough as

huffed. “I’m

up hospitalized.

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what did you do this time to

wasn’t the fever treatment. It wasn’t

the hell

the cook and

“You can’t cook.”

than boiling some porridge–and people couldn’t live on

made me do it, so I figured I’d make

you

up before, but she’d succeeded

some reason, I messed

Wait, what?

“You messed up pasta?”

time, I burned