My Fair Stunner

Chapter 769 Did You Forgive Me

Chapter 769 Did You Forgive Me

Dr. Thiago spoke with a serious expression, showing no hint of favoritism or misconduct.

Upon hearing the man's words, Rebecca nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Dr. Thiago."

"No need to thank me. It's my job."

After speaking, Dr. Thiago walked to the medical kit and took out a few boxes of medicine for Abbot. He

placed them on the bedside table and said, "Follow the instructions for taking the medicine and take it

on time."

Abbot pretended to be grateful and replied, "Thank you, Dr. Thiago."

The man glanced back at Abbot and gave him a meaningful smile without saying a word.

A few minutes later, Rebecca sent Dr. Thiago off.

When she returned, she saw Abbot sitting up in bed, supporting himself with his hands as he coughed.

Seeing that, Rebecca hurriedly approached and supported him, "Why are you getting up?"

"Hack... Hack... It's getting late. Hack... Hack... Hack... I should go home. Hack... Hack... Hack...."

Rebecca pursed her lips and helped Abbot lean against the headboard, "You didn't hear what Dr.

Thiago said just now? He advised you not to go out for now. Catching a cold could worsen your

condition."

Abbot continued, "But... Hack... Hack... Hack...."

Rebecca frowned and said, "Alright, stop with the "but". Look at how bad is your coughing now. Take

your medicine first."

Abbot obediently opened his mouth and took the medicine. Then, in a hoarse voice, he asked, "Will

Mrs. Black and Mr. Black be upset if I stay over here?"

Rebecca put down the water glass and continued, "You're in such a condition, and you're worried about

whether others will be upset?"

Suppressing his cough, Abbot said, "I'm just afraid of causing you trouble."

Rebecca shook her head and added, "It's fine. Don't overthink it. Just rest for now."

After saying that, Rebecca helped Abbot to lie down.

Abbot took the opportunity to grab Rebecca's hand and placed it on his chest. He coughed a few times

and asked, "Becca, have you forgiven me?"

Rebecca curled her fingers slightly and replied, "Mm."

Abbot looked earnestly at Rebecca and said, "I know I was wrong in this matter. I swear there won't be

a next time."

Rebecca pursed her lips and replied, "You better not swear. It's raining outside, and the glass of my

window isn't very sturdy."

Meanwhile, Colin and the others arrived at Ethan's villa.

Ethan went inside to look for Violet, while Colin and Faye waited in the car.

Colin held onto Faye's hand with their fingers interlocked, and gently rubbed them. With his other hand,

he took out his phone from his pocket and browsed his TimeLine.

In just an hour, Abbot's video of kneeling in the rain to apologize had flooded his TimeLine

Colin playfully handed his phone to Faye and said, "Abbot is kneeling his way to fame this time."

On the screen, Matthew's first post on his TimeLine stood out with a striking title, "Devoted to love.

Passionate for love. Mr. Carter bangs his head against the wall for love."

Beneath the title was the video of Abbot kneeling in the rain.

Ethan had already liked that post, but he didn't leave a comment.

The first comment came from Maxwell, "Compared to other love stories that happen on rainy days, my

nephew, Abbot seems to have the best."

The second comment was from Robert. He concisely left a string of question marks without saying any

words.

Next was the elusive Owen, "My best friend, Abbot is in love!"

At the same time, the rear car door opened from the outside, and Ethan entered with Violet.

Colin put away his phone and turned to greet Violet with a smile, "Ms. Rowan, long time no see."

Ever since revealing her true colors in front of them last time, Violet remained awkward, smiled with

embarrassment, and said, "Mr. Farrell, it's been a while."

Faye smiled and turned her head to look at Violet, asking, "What would you like to eat?"

Compared to Colin, Violet was more familiar with Faye. She smiled awkwardly and replied, "I'll go with

your choice."

Faye said, "Today's meal is mainly to welcome you. You must choose something you like."

Upon hearing Faye's words, Violet didn't decline further and said, "Barbeque?"

Faye agreed readily, "Sure."

Colin raised his eyebrow playfully and said, "Ethan, barbeque?"

Ethan's jaw tightened without refuting, "Sure."

"Tsk, that's rare."

It was widely known in their circle that Ethan didn't do barbeque.

It's not that he couldn't, but rather, he disliked the smell that lingered on his body after eating barbeque.

Colin's words were implying something, and Violet picked up on the undertone. She leaned closer to

Ethan and whispered, "You don't do barbeque?"

Ethan's expression remained unchanged and answered, "I do."

Violet said, "If you don't want to, we can go eat something else. I'm not picky."

Violet was leaning a little too close, and Ethan caught a faint whiff of orchid fragrance in her hair.

His Adam's apple bobbed and continued, "I actually enjoy barbeque a lot."

Seeing Ethan's response, Violet decided not to ask further. She retracted her body and adjusted her

posture.

A few minutes later, the car stopped outside a barbeque restaurant.

As they were about to enter, Ethan's phone, which was tucked in his pocket suddenly rang.

Abbot's voice came from the other end, dripping with sarcasm, "Ethan, I once thought you were

different from Colin. I always thought you were a rare flower by the cliff, which was aloof and noble. But

now, I just notice that you're just a speck in the crowd, who is cunning and deceitful..."

Abbot's voice was angry but could also hear that he was suppressing it.

Ethan's phone was placed next to his ear, when Violet glanced in his direction, his expression remained

calm as he answered, "We'll discuss your matter when I return to the law firm."

Abbot sounded puzzled, "Back to the law firm? You..."

Before Abbot could continue his tirade, he seemed to realize something. A sinister smile played on his

lips while he was saying, "So, you're with Ms. Rowan now, huh? Ethan, as they say, revenge is a dish

best-served cold."

Ethan's voice was cold and replied, "A wise man leaves himself a way out for the future."

After Ethan finished talking, Abbot was about to retort, but just then, his bedroom door was knocked

from the outside. The conversation ended abruptly with that movement.

Listening to the disconnected tone, Ethan remained silent for a moment before taking off his phone and

tucking it away.

Meanwhile, at the Blacks' villa.

Abbot and Mr. Black were looking at each other. Both of them awkwardly tried to scrape together in an

extravagant penthouse with their toes on the ground.

Just moments ago, Abbot had assumed it was Rebecca knocking on the door. Before he could even

say "Come in," he had unbuttoned his shirt halfway and struck a pose, flaunting himself.

Little did he expect that it was Rebecca's father who entered.

Abbot's unreserved expression was caught by Rebecca's father's discerning eyes.

Being a man who had been living for so many years, Rebecca's father knew Abbot's intentions very

well.

Rebecca's father cleared his throat gently and said, "Feeling hot, Mr. Carter?"

Abbot felt awkward while raising a hand to button up his shirt. He said, "Yes, having a high fever. Yes...

Feeling a bit hot."

Rebecca's father agreed pretentiously, "Indeed, you seem quite sick."

Abbot agreed, "Yes, indeed."

The atmosphere stagnated once more after Abbot's response.

After a while, Rebecca's father cleared his throat again and said, "Please get some rest."

Abbot breathed a sigh of relief and answered, "Yes, Mr. Black."

Abbot watched Rebecca's father leave, then let out a deep breath, and thought to himself, "Geez, that

was close."

On the other side, Colin and the others were in a private room, placing their orders.

Ethan turned to Colin and asked, "Did you find the dance studio?"

Leaning back in his chair, Colin smirked at the question and answered, "Found one, and we've already Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

signed the lease contract."

Ethan responded earnestly, "Thank you."

Colin smiled and tilted slightly toward Ethan. In a hushed voice that only they could hear, he asked,

"You've brought her back now. What's your plan?"

Ethan responded, "Start by testing the waters."

"What if that doesn't work?"

Ethan's lips quirked up slightly, and he picked up a lighter from the table, playing with it in his hand.

Then, he said confidently, "It will work."