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.

what exactly did you do today to get on his bad side?” For her to

Stella call her again

been half–asleep… what had she told

mentioned the fever meds, and Stella

“Take a few more“?!

anything else. “Wait. How many fever pills did you give Victor

Oh no.

of it she’d told Tessa to give

could’ve died from

blank, silently praying that Tessa had enough sense not

one. I figured you

flooding through her. “Good. That’s

Oh thank god…

he’d taken several of those, even someone

huffed. “I’m not that

up hospitalized.

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Maybe He

did you do this time

wasn’t the fever treatment. It wasn’t

what the hell

groaned. “He fired the cook

“You can’t cook.”

boiling some porridge–and people

him I couldn’t. But he still made me do it, so I

something you can

before, but she’d succeeded too. Shouldn’t

some reason, I messed

Wait, what?

“You messed up pasta?”

time, I burned