Stephan thought, “Why should I care if you’re cold?”
Abbie’s expression froze, her face pale as Stephan’s distant and indifferent attitude hit her. It was cold and heartless. She had no choice but to use her trump card, cautiously saying, “Mr. Russell, you promised to compensate me…”
Her voice was soft, and Felicia didn’t hear what she said as there was some distance between them. From her perspective, she could only see the beauty with tears in her eyes, making her seem even more pitiable.
The night wind lifted the hem of Stephan’s coat as he turned around, looking at Abbie, still a few steps away. His lips curved into a faint, almost mocking smile.
“Ms. Finch, I admire your ambition to climb up the ladder. But am I too merciful, allowing you the courage to deceive me? And where do you get the nerve to claim you are my fiancée?”
Abbie’s face turned ghostly pale.
Did she just get caught saying those words to Felicia? That was not the main issue. The real problem was the earlier part of his statement.
Had he discovered the identity swap incident with the stolen clothes?
Stephan’s tone was icy as he made another cold remark, “Smarten up.”
After that, he didn’t even look back to see how the people behind him reacted, turning and walking away. As he passed by Felicia, he reached out and yanked her along by the hood of her jacket, pulling her toward the villa. Felicia was speechless.
Before she could even get angry, she felt a burning gaze on her back, making her uncomfortable.
Following the discomfort, she looked over, and there she saw Abbie’s tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with resentment she couldn’t hide.
The hatred was palpable.
Felicia thought to herself, “Why am I involved in this? What did I do to deserve this? Why am I being dragged into someone else’s mess?” It was all so absurd!
She couldn’t help but glare at Stephan, muttering angrily, “You’re the one causing all the drama, not me. I’m just caught up in this nonsense… How is this my fault?”
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Once the rant was over, she finally felt the biting cold dissipate, replaced by warmth.
Looking up, she realized she had already been pulled inside the villa by Stephan.
There was a fireplace ahead, its warm flames dancing. The spacious villa’s living room was peaceful and cozy.
As Felicia entered, two subordinates
holding a stack of files froze
momentarily. A desk nearby was
piled high with papers and pens net
indicating that Stephan had been handling matters before her arrival.
The subordinates quickly bowed and left, hurrying out with the files.
Her eye twitched slightly as she snatched her hood back from Stephan’s hand, straightening her clothes, and said seriously, “I’m just here to drop off Cloud. Since you’re willing to take him in, I’m at ease now.”
She intended to leave, but he grabbed her again. She turned around sharply, irritated, “What are you doing? If you keep pulling on my clothes, they’ll tear!” Stephan placed Cloud on the ground, and Cloud, excited by the new environment, darted around, even crawling under the sofa, seemingly looking for treasure. He stared at her face, then asked, “Are you angry?”