"Please, talk to me." She muttered against his back as she began to tear up. "Adam, please."
Adam heaved out a long sigh when he heard her voice tremble. He grabbed her arms and loosened her grip around him before turning around.
He picked her up in his arms before settling himself on the bed, leaning his back against the headrest. He placed her in his lap with her back resting against his chest and her legs resting on the bed. He picked up a soft pillow and placed it under her leg, making sure that it was in a comfortable position. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her closer while burying her face in her neck.
"I am not angry with you. I am angry at my own self." He finally spoke up as he hugged her tighter.
"And why is that?" Stella frowned as she questioned him.
"What if something might have happened to you today? What if my men weren't there to watch over you? And if anything would have happened to you, it would have been because of me." He murmured against her neck.
"But nothing happened to me, Adam. Your men were there to watch over me because of you. And I don't have a single scratch." Stella tried to comfort him, trying to make sure that he wouldn't go around blaming himself.
"But what if they weren't? And it would have been because you are my girlfriend." He repeated again.
Stella felt anger building inside her as she shifted slightly in his lap. Her fingers found their way to his hair and slid in between those silky black locks. With slight force, she pulled his hair, forcing him to look at her.
"Can you stop blaming yourself and with those what ifs? Because none of that actually happened. I am completely fine, ain't I?" She added as she pinched his cheek. "Stop acting like a child, will you?"
Adam frowned at her. 'What happened to the girl who was sniffling against his back? How did I end up being scolded?' He thought to himself while narrowing his eyes.
"You are right. I shouldn't blame myself for something that didn't even happen. And if someone is supposed to be blamed for the 'what ifs', it's you." He replied with an innocent smile adorning her face.
Stella smiled as she bobbed her head up and down, silently agreeing to him. But the smile on her face didn't last for long as her mind processed what he had actually said. She glared at him and smacked him hardly across his shoulder. "Excuse me! What do you mean by 'I should be the one to blame'?" She questioned him while throwing death glares at him.
"Excuse me! Who's the one who said yes to meeting Rachel? Who's the one who went out with on her own even after I offered to accompany her?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Stella gaped at him with her lower jaw hanging low. 'How did it turn out this? One moment he's blaming himself for what happened and the very next he's blaming it all on me?' She couldn't comprehend how did the situation turned out to be like this.
"You, moron." She smacked him across his chest a couple of times, making him chuckle. She rested her face on his shoulder and apologized to him one more time. "I was the one who didn't listen to you and went out with her own my own. I am sorry for making you worry about me."
"Stop with the 'I'm sorry'. I am just relieved that you are okay." He patted her head.
"By the way, what will happen to those men?" She asked him. She was a bit curious about it when Edward informed her that they are being taken to the base.
"You don't need to concern yourself with it." Adam replied. He didn't want to expose her to the dark part of his underworld business.
"But I am curious." She pursed her lips.
"And curiosity killed the cat." Adam added as he pinched her nose, making her to frown.
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"What are you doing here?" Adam questioned her as he entered the kitchen.
Stella, who was busy looking through the refrigerator, turned her face towards the entrance of the kitchen. She frowned looking at his disheveled state as he stood by the kitchen counter with his arms folded across his chest.
"What happened to you?" Stella asked him before shifting her attention back to the contents of the refrigerator.
"What are you doing here?" Adam repeated his question from earlier again.
"I was feeling a bit hungry, so here I am." She replied to him.
Adam shook his head helplessly. Stella had somehow fallen asleep in his lap earlier. He had tucked her in a duvet carefully before going back to his study, he still needed to finish some work. Half an hour later, he decided to come back and have a look at her to make sure she was comfortable. But when he entered the room, he felt his soul leaving his body as soon as his eyes landed on the empty bad and the duvet which was lying on the floor.
He had looked for her like crazy in the whole mansion, including the rooftop, but didn't find her. It was already close to midnight and all the servants were resting in their quarters, so he roamed through the empty mansion in his own. He was about to go to their quarters but stopped when he saw that the kitchen light was turned on. Thinking that it might be the old butler, he made his way towards it, only to find his girl looking through the refrigerator.
"You could have asked anyone to bring you food." He shook walked up to her to drag her away from the fridge. "And didn't you eat anything at your dinner date?"
"I did. I am just feeling hungry." She shrugged in response.
"You could have asked anyone to bring you food upstairs. Or you could have just told me to do so." He picked her up and put her down on one of the three bar stools which were next to the kitchen counter. "How's your foot doing?" He asked her, going around the counter again.
"It still hurts, but it's way better than before. I can at least walk." She replied to him. "And it's already midnight. I didn't want to disturb them. And I didn't want to disturb you either as you were doing your work."
"To me, the work isn't important, you are. When will you get that through your thick skull?" He questioned her without turning away from the refrigerator.
"I don't have a thick skull, you do." Even though she knew he couldn't see her face, she still pouted. "And I have already checked in there, there is no left over food."
"I know, I am not looking for left over food. I am looking for ingredients. And stop with the pouting." He added without turning back.
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