Chapter 133 The Precipice

“I have a mansion. Why don’t we go there?” Abel said.

“That place? It’s not in a liveable condition. You’ve only been back for a few months, and no one has been taking care of that place. It’d feel less like a home,” Luca said.

Abel turned his head toward the café across the street.

That place feels like home, but I can no longer return there.

I shouldn’t have packed up and moved out. If I insisted on staying, what can Emmeline do?

If I don’t let her refund the rent and insist that she cook for me, what can she do?

However, it was too late by now. Certain words had been spoken.

Abel felt incredibly down as he looked at the suitcases in Luca’s hands.

“Let’s go to the mansion. What’s it called again?”

“The Precipice,” Luca answered.

“Right, that’s it. It sounds dangerous. Let’s go,” Abel said.

Abel sat in the driver’s seat, and they left on the Rolls-Royce Ghost.

Standing on the balcony, Emmeline watched Abel’s car drive away along the street.

She wished he would turn around and return to the café.

If he insisted on staying, I would’ve let him stay.

If he wanted me to cook for him, I’d let him eat.

Of course, he’s a man of his word. I shouldn’t expect him to regret what he said.

Yes, he sat in his car and drove away so quickly.
“I have a mansion. Why don’t we go there?” Abel said.

in a liveable condition. You’ve only been back for a few months, and no one has been

back

her tears and sniffled before taking her phone to call

Louise, how can I help

ask you, did Abel ask me to treat

Benjamin nodded. “Yes.”

you

like that, I don’t

mean, he intends

to recover so he can marry her as soon as possible. He’s even willing to pay

Whatever price it takes?

Emmeline felt miserable.

bullet for Abel. Does

that Abel must marry Alana as soon as

Abel was going to obey

want to willingly let go

for him to start from

had endured training for five years. It would be a pity if

she would look

sniffled. “Alright, I

Louise, don’t heng up!”

“Why?”

“Are you crying?”

none of your

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