The Wolf is Coming Ch. 63

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After closing the door, Emma, who had failed to sneak away, had to face this embarrassing reality.

Abraham had already sat up on the carpet, and the thin blanket slid down to his waist as he stood up, revealing a large area of pale skin.

He stared at Emma with burning eyes, and his tone was a little dangerous, "Hermione, where are you going?"

As soon as she heard this tone, Emma knew that Abraham was probably going to settle the score later. She was stared at by him and suddenly felt guilty, "I... of course I don't plan to go anywhere!"

"Really?"

"Really!" Emma took a look at the pale skin, and then immediately moved her eyes aside, "And you put on your clothes quickly!"

Abraham looked at Emma with suspicion, and did not move for a long time.

"I will never sneak away at this time, I promise." Emma was a little helpless, and pulled some distance from the door, and then turned her back to Abraham.

Soon, there was a rustling sound behind her.

Abraham was very fast and had packed himself up in less than two minutes, "Okay, you can turn around."

His voice approached, as if it was right behind her. Emma turned around obediently, and her nose brushed against his chest, which made her heart jump suddenly, and then she slowly raised her head.

Abraham was also looking down at her, and there was no emotion in his champagne eyes.

"Why don't you reply to my letter?" he asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Emma was startled by his question, and then she guiltily brought out the reason she had already thought of, "Because I have to prepare for O.W.L., how can I have so much free time..."

"Liar." Abraham interrupted her directly, and even his tone was a little cold and hard, "You just don't want to pay attention to me, liar."

"I don't want to not pay attention to you!" Emma was frightened by Abraham's appearance, took two steps back, and then hurriedly explained, "I'm just, just... I'm afraid that your people will regard you as a traitor..."

"Just because of this?" Abraham took two steps forward, almost forcing Emma to the wall, but his tone was slightly softer.

Emma nodded desperately, then pulled Abraham's clothes and said, "In fact, I regretted it a long time ago. I was in a hurry to find you as soon as I came back, and I was almost sold by the bad guys because of this..."

Abraham was stunned, and the cold and hard shell just now was completely broken in an instant, but he made an expression of "I'm still angry".

"Do you think... I will forgive you if you explain so casually?" he said.

"Well... what compensation do you want?" Emma said, "You can ask for it if I can do it."

"Oh, compensation?" Abraham chuckled. He supported himself on the wall behind Emma with one hand, stared at the brown eyes in front of him for a while, and suddenly leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips like a dragonfly, "Then I'll choose you."

There was silence in the room for a few seconds, as if even time had stopped.

Emma stood there stupidly, feeling the soft touch of her lips, and could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart.

She subconsciously wanted to retreat again, but found that her back was already against the cold wall, "Abraham, I..."

"Shh... don't talk..." Abraham held the back of her head with his other hand, grinding it carefully, and slowly deepened the kiss.

Feeling Abraham's almost uncontrollable emotions, Emma finally gave up resistance and slowly closed her eyes.

When Abraham finally sent Emma home, it was almost noon.

Emma carefully pushed open the door, only to find that the Grangers, who were supposed to be on duty today, were actually at home.

Mrs. Granger was watering a pot of flowers on the windowsill. Although her face was calm, she didn't even look at her. Mr. Granger's face was obviously worse. He sat on the sofa in the living room and watched the noon news silently, as if Emma didn't exist.

"I'm back..." Emma whispered.

Mrs. Granger finally put down the shower and glanced at Emma, "Are you finally willing to come back? Go call Abraham in. I just saw that he sent you back."

"Mum, actually yesterday..." Emma felt that she needed to explain, but Mrs. Granger interrupted her.

"Let's talk later. Your father is furious because you didn't come back all night."

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