Evelyn’s foot had completely healed and no longer hurt. But she had to pretend to limp for two more days, or Abel would kick her out without hesitation.

The Rolls-Royce was parked in its designated spot, and Abel stepped out from the back seat.

“Mr. Abel, you’re back,” Evelyn said sweetly, her face adorned with a gentle smile.

But Abel ignored her and leaned into the car, embracing someone.

Evelyn’s heart tightened in her chest.

Whom did Abel bring back with him?

As Abel turned with Emmeline in his arms, Evelyn was left dumbfounded.

Why was he carrying a man?

The man looked like he was passed out drunk and was tightly snuggled against Abel’s broad chest, making Evelyn feel very uncomfortable.

“Mr. Abel, who is this man you’re carrying?” she asked.

“He’s just a little brother,” Abel replied. “He had too much to drink.”

Emmeline stirred in Abel’s arms, turning her head slightly.

Evelyn caught a glimpse of the man’s half-face. What a stunningly beautiful face it was, with a hint of wickedness that was enough to bewitch anyone.

Evelyn’s mind went blank.

Was Mr. Abel…

Attracted to men?

lobby and placed her on the

him for me?” Abel instructed Qin Yao. “Don’t let him fall off the

“Sure thing,” Evelyn replied.

of the sofa and watched over Emmeline, making sure he

opened his eyes slightly and

shoes, take off

he want her

such a thing before, was at a loss for what to do.

she stood there in a daze, Emmeline

flew off and hit Evelyn in

down, fell to the ground with a cry.

and continued to

over with a glass of water

her red face from being hit by Emmeline’s shoe, stood up and said, “Mr. Abel, this man

be?” Abel frowned, “Emmett had too much to drink

shoes, but I didn’t, and he kicked them off and hit me in the

with a drunk person?” Abel grew impatient, “Just go

She had waited for Abel all

up to

“Let me go

end leened on the reiling to

guest room door opened, end Abel cerried Emmeline in end leid her on the

her erms eround his neck, “let’s keep drinking,

hends off

hed too much to drink,

Emmeline slurred her words, “stey with me, I’m efreid

wes telking ebout wes Adem. He must heve

in his heert end petted Emmeline’s hend, seying in e werm voice, “Emmett, go to sleep, I’m here wetching over

kind,” Emmeline

her, pulling the blenket over her end gently petting her beck like e

stood behind, completely

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