Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380 The Bold Entrance at the Funeral

Chapter 380 The Bold Entrance at the Funeral

Tess’s pale fingers pressed slightly, turning the tips a soft pink.

They weren’t standing too close, yet Tess’s perfume still drifted right into Abel’s nose.

Every step she took carried that light scent, lingering in the air.

Abel felt weak, as if his body had no strength of its own, letting her lead the way.

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They reached the lobby almost without realizing it. The cool, fresh air outside cleared his head. Abel quickly composed himself.

“I’ll get it.”

Before Tess could turn, Abel rushed ahead to open the door for her.

His eagerness made Tess glance at him twice.

Abel rubbed his nose and avoided her eyes.

She slid into the passenger seat. Abel’s heart skipped as he dropped into the driver’s seat.

“What’s this?” Tess asked, holding a small card.

It was lying on the seat before she sat down.

“The invitation to Shannon’s funeral,” Abel explained. “Funny thing is, not long ago Henry was selling off his company shares and made a big deal about keeping you out. Clearly, he’s been guarding against you. But now? This funeral’s not as complicated as I thought.”

The scenery rolled past the window. Tess looked out, the corner of her lips lifting. “Complicated is precisely what it shouldn’t be. Honestly, he probably wants me to show up.”

“Then it’ll serve him right,” Abel chuckled.

The funeral was set for the morning. With makeup and travel, Tess hadn’t eaten breakfast. She leaned against the car door, pale and a little weak.

Abel learned of this. The moment they parked, he guided her straight to the food stalls nearby.

The funeral wasn’t strict about guests, which was unusual. If it had been indoors, the doors would’ve been packed. Instead, it was held outside on the cathedral’s lawn.

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Around them, the crowd was a mix of wealthy families in simple black and white. Rows of reporters snapping endless photos. From a distance, it looked like a sea of people.

But since everyone else had chosen plain and simple colors, the moment they showed up, all eyes turned to them. Reporters widened their eyes and snapped away, flash after flash aimed straight at the pair.

My goodness! Who wears that to a funeral?

“The dessert table’s over there. I grabbed us some cakes.”

Abel strolled over boldly, ignoring the stares. He handed Tess a strawberry cake—each guest was allowed only one.

Aristocratic families cared deeply about how they looked in public. Abel’s bright red jacket stood out like a slap to their faces. Not one of them could say a word.

“They’re taking pictures of you.”

Tess lifted her eyes while nibbling at her cake, her tone playful as her gaze swept over the flashing cameras.

Abel smirked, correcting her. “Of us.”

Abel popped two pieces of fruit into his mouth, chewed twice, then made a face. “This is awful. I told you Henry was up to no good. What, is he trying to poison me?”

He leaned a little closer to Tess, pretending to whisper, but his voice was loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. He sounded less like someone sharing a secret and more like someone waving a flag to announce it to the world.

His sharp words made the guests around them twitch their lips, holding back laughs.

That was Abel–Finn’s nephew–someone who could get away with anything.

Not far away, Henry stared at the live feed on a monitor. His cold, sinister eyes locked on the tiny figures on the screen.

The funeral was being held on the lawn in front of the cathedral, so the cameras were set far away. They couldn’t capture clear faces, but the bold colors stood out.

He couldn’t see Tess’s or Abel’s expressions, but those two bright splashes of color were enough.

Henry’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists.

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Chapter 380 The Bold Entrance at the Funeral

“Dad, Tess really doesn’t care about us at all!” Nadine hissed, her eyes burning.

But her glare fell harder on Abel.

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The two of them–one in bright red, the other in magenta–stood out like flashy bouquets among the crowd dressed in black and white.

Nadine’s jaw tightened as she stared at the pair standing so close together.

Why?

Why did Tess always get so lucky?

She just divorced Finn, yet here she is, walking in and out with Abel like they are glued together.

Abel might not match Finn in power, but as Finn’s nephew, he was still far above an ordinary rich boy.

“She’ll pay for this,” Henry growled, standing up.

“It’s time to clear our names at the funeral.”

Nadine still burned with anger inside, but she forced herself to nod and obediently follow right behind.

At the funeral, Tess and Abel’s presence made everyone else uneasy. Guests who had been calm a moment ago now sat stiff, careful with every move. Only those two acted bold and carefree.

Tess was used to the stares. She felt the weight of people’s eyes on her but didn’t react.

Abel was even more shameless. He leaned into a camera, grinned, and brushed his hair back like a showman.

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