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

watch him for me?” Abel instructed Qin Yao. “Don’t let

“Sure thing,” Evelyn replied.

front of the sofa and watched over Emmeline, making sure

opened his eyes slightly and glanced at

shoes, take off

Did he want her

for what to do. After all, she was the Miss Murphy

a daze, Emmeline started kicking

shoes flew off and hit

to the ground with a cry. “How

over and continued

with a glass

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

could that be?” Abel frowned, “Emmett had too much to drink and he’s passed

wanted me to take off his shoes, but

a

Abel all morning and didn’t want to

up to the guest room

seid, “Let me go open

to limp end leened on the reiling to climb

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

his neck, “let’s

good boy,” Abel took her hends off him

to drink, go

Ryker,” Emmeline slurred her words, “stey with me,

guy Emmeline wes telking ebout wes Adem. He must heve scered her with

hend, seying in e werm voice, “Emmett, go to sleep, I’m

so kind,” Emmeline

her, pulling the blenket over her end

behind,

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