Chapter 689

Ruth jogged after him and took his arm.

“Are you angry? You’re not only jealous of men, but also women?”

Abel turned to look at her but said nothing.

It was past 12 a.m., the bedroom was quiet, with only the soft, soothing sounds of Ruth’s voice, which was indeed quite good at appeasing.

Lying on the bed, Abel reached out and pulled her into his arms. In a helpless, low voice, he said, “Alright, I’m not that easily angered.”

Ruth nestled against him, hugged his waist, and looked up at him. “But you’re clearly unhappy. Is it because of your grandfather?”

Although Abel’s attitude toward her was cold and distant, he usually did not ignore her.

If someone came to disturb their private time late at night, Abel would undoubtedly be unhappy. However, today he did not protest and even told her not to disturb him, indicating that his mood was far from pleasant.

“After being together for so long, do you think I’ll be affected by the Blakewell family’s actions?” Abel lowered his eyes and