“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.

her feet, about to speak, when Adrien grabbed her suit

at him and suddenly

impersonate her, wearing her favorite little dress from the past, just to see how

was fixed

doing here?” Abel frowned as he looked at the

Lizbeth looked at him with affectionate eyes and spoke softly. “I’m not dead. I’m back.

herself into

away with one hand.

stunned, and so were Adrien,

was really

wasn’t like this

with tears, “what’s wrong? Are

Abel said, “that you’re

did you push

Abel couldn’t explain.

her arms and lunged at him

pushed her away again, his tone cold and distant. “Sit down and let’s

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

not appropriate,” Abel replied, his face

in love. What’s

happened in the past is in the past, and the

for me in the past all

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