Chapter 889
Chapter 889:
It seemed that every time she ran into trouble, William was never around. The first time, it was Amon who showed up. The second time, in that alleyway, it was again Amon who came to her aid.
Stella knew William was upset about this, but this time, when she reached out to him for help, she couldn’t even hear his voice.
Reason whispered that William was tied up with urgent business, yet disappointment piled on top of fear, leaving her caught between dread and helplessness.
Stella’s thoughts refused to quiet. Amon’s sly voice crept back into her ears without warning.
“He never shows up when it truly matters.”
A sharp shake of Stella’s head did little to chase it away. The words clung to her chest like a stain that refused to fade.
Her turmoil deepened—then the doorbell chimed unexpectedly.
Stella’s gaze shot upward, and her pulse stumbled. Against reason, her first thought was of William standing outside.
But William was locked in meetings. He couldn’t possibly be here already.
Doubt settled in fast. Could it be the ones who had threatened her? Slow steps carried her to the door, and she pressed her eye against the peephole.
On the other side stood Amon, flamboyant as ever, a bouquet of blue roses flashing in his hand.
Amon’s face wore that same inscrutable smile—unreadable yet taunting.
Suspicion tugged at Stella as she wondered what had brought him back again. Her fingers moved on instinct, brushing the pepper spray hidden in her pocket while her lips pressed into a firm line.
It was as if Amon could feel her standing there. The bell chimed twice more before his lazy drawl slipped through the door, tinged with mockery.
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“Ms. Russell, I know you’re in there. Noticed a bit of black smoke drifting from your window. Hope nothing exploded. Thought I’d come by to check on things, or maybe rescue you a third time?”
Though Amon’s tone played at humor, Stella caught nothing sincere in it. What were the odds of him showing up at the exact moment her computer went down?
Ice prickled along Stella’s spine. Could the hacking incident and that menacing call be connected to him?
After a heavy silence, Stella pulled the door open, her eyes cutting coldly toward him. “State your business, Amon.”
Amon’s grin stretched wider the moment she appeared. With a flourish, he thrust the bouquet of vivid blue roses toward her. “Wow, still sharp-tongued so early in the day? Not exactly charming. I brought these to toast your narrow escapes. And besides…”
His gaze slid past Stella’s indifference and into the living room, landing squarely on the charred laptop smoking on the coffee table.
A sharp whistle slipped from Amon’s lips, laced with sly amusement. “Seems I showed up at the perfect moment.”
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