“Emmett is Emmett, how can he be the same?” Abel said impatiently, “Drink, alcohol can’t even make you shut up!”

“I’m just asking, how do you feel about Emmeline now?” Adrien said, “She’s such a great woman, can you really just stop loving her like that?”

“Adrien, are you done yet?” Abel said, growing impatient. “You brought me here today, if we’re just going to talk about this, Emmett and I will leave!”

“Come on, man!” Adrien stood up and grabbed him. “Can’t we change the subject?”

“Fine!” Abel muttered, picking up his glass and taking a sip.

Just the mention of Emmeline made him feel uneasy and annoyed, he couldn’t quite explain the feeling.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked a young lady wearing a wine-red fishtail dress.

The lady squeezed past Luca with a seductive sway and walked into the room.

Now Luca understood. So, the fishtail dress he had gone to such great lengths to find was being worn by this lady.

And this lady…

“Emmeline?” Abel slowly stood up from the couch.

to speak, when Adrien grabbed

and

had asked Lizbeth to impersonate her, wearing her favorite little dress from the past,

was fixed

he looked at the “Emmeline” walking towards him.

him with affectionate eyes and spoke softly. “I’m not dead. I’m back. I’ve missed you so

threw herself

one hand. “Emmeline,

was stunned, and so

was really

like

“what’s wrong? Are you

said, “that you’re

did you push

Abel couldn’t explain.

at him again. “I’ve

tone cold and distant. “Sit down and let’s talk. Don’t act like

Lizbeth, even though it was just a role she was playing, couldn’t help but cry for Emmeline’s pain. “I miss you so much, can’t

Abel replied, his face

of four children, lovers who are in love.

bring that up,” Abel lowered his gaze, “Emotions are complicated. What happened in the past is in the past, and the present is the

me in the past all fake

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