The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 515 His Personal Jinx

Stella took a sip of soup. The soup was genuinely delicious, and she really liked it.

“Mmm, this porridge tastes amazing.”

The moment she said that, Abraham already knew–there was no stopping her today.

And sure enough…

She ended up having three whole bowls of soup.

Not to mention all the snacks.

By the time Stella started on her second bowl, Abraham was already about to step in. But Evelyn shot him a sharp look, completely shutting him up.

“Stella really shouldn’t cat too much,” he couldn’t help but say.

Evelyn: “You shut your mouth.”

Useless.

Three whole years.

For the past three years, Evelyn had constantly worried that Stella wasn’t eating properly while living away from them, which might affect her health.

Now that she was finally back home, there was no way Abraham was going to be the one calling the shots.

Meanwhile-

Victor sat at the dining table, face dark. He glanced at the maid. “Go tell her to come down for breakfast.”

The maid worked in the kitchen.

When she heard Victor tell her to go call Tessa down, Silas’s warning flashed through her head–he’d told her not to go upstairs.

She hesitated. “But Mr. Silas said I’m not allowed to go up to the second floor…”

Which was exactly why this morning’s breakfast had been reheated several times already.

Tessa didn’t come down, and he didn’t come down either. Cooking for them was a nightmare.

Victor’s face went cold. “Go.”

The sudden chill in his tone made the maid jump. She quickly nodded. “Yes, sir.”

she should listen to the one who paid her salary–but when the master

hurried upstairs

at the time, debating whether or

since she found out the former female leader of the Ashen Pact

shake

Knock, knock.

Tessa flinched.

wardrobe Silas had brought in was so heavy she couldn’t move it herself. The only thing keeping

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on

she

the reply. “Sir asked

the maid banned from

Victor’s house. Whatever

not hungry,” she

Victor asked her to come down, then she absolutely wasn’t

had already agreed: wherever Victor was, she’d try to

about the disasters she’d caused around Victor made her want to crawl

I so

of those disasters, her body, her hands–everything felt like it wasn’t even under her

sir didn’t look very happy,” the maid

more reason not

when he was calm. If he was in a bad mood, it had to be

“I’m

didn’t try again and

dodged a bullet. No way Victor would actually come

even five minutes

voice came from outside the door: “Come

Tessa froze again.

No more pretending.

type

of man.

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at him like a scared little quail, only to

stare.

her gaze. “I–I–I’m really not

even finish, his hand was on her

couldn’t look away