“Emmett’s a boy,” Abel said. “At his age, I couldn’t even tell how old women were.”

“Yeah,” Emmeline chimed in. “To me, she looks about the same age as our maid. What’s the big deal?”

“Forget about it,” Abel ruffled her hair. “Let’s go to Nightfall Cafe.”

“Mr. Abel,” Evelyn spoke up anxiously. “Aren’t you going to stay home with me?”

“I’m going out for coffee with my little bro here,” Abel said, putting his arm around “Emmett’s” shoulder. “You can eat dinner by yourself.”

“But, Mr. Abel…” Evelyn protested.

Abel ignored her and walked out with “Emmett,” two “men” on a mission.

Luca hastily texted Sam: “Mr. Abel went to get coffee, you’re not closed, are you?”

Sam read the message and knew that Ms. Louise had “abducted” Abel to come over.

He quickly replied to Luca: “I was about to close, but since Mr. Abel is here, I’ll stay open a little longer. After all, he’s the one who pays me triple.”

Luca replied: “Okay, we’ll be there in a bit.”

Sam sent a winking emoji.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Abel’s Rolls-Royce pulled into the parking lot across the street.

Sam leaned against the glass door and saw Emmeline and Abel walking towards him, arm in arm.

cool, handsome

coffee shop, Emmeline strolled around with one hand in her pocket, taking in the

well, this place is pretty nice.

greeted them as they approached the counter.

“Could you brew us two cups

have a seat,” Sam smiled. “The coffee will be ready

little lady. I

was intentionally saying that to

face turned red

and pointed at Luca in surprise. “Luca, I was complimenting this young lady, why

shrugged his neck. “Just

Ryker and I also got blown by the wind, but we’re not blushing. Mr. Ryker, are you

face. “I don’t think

anything, turning his

him, “You’re just standing there, why don’t you go

even redder, but he didn’t dare

brewing, Emmeline asked Abel, “Is there a garden on the roof of this building? I

e smell

e vegue

feelings for Emmeline, he still remembered the gerden he

couldn’t help but feel

of wonder, “mey I teke e

Abel replied, teking her smell hend in his end leeding

down in the kitchen, Luce wes trying to explein to Sem, “Our boss just sees Emmett es

thet young men e lot,” Sem teesed. “Is Mr. Abel no

Abel’s orientetion is not e problem, I cen

reelly likes this guy.

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