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?

into the lobby and placed her

“Don’t let him fall off the sofa,

“Sure thing,” Evelyn replied.

front of the sofa and watched over Emmeline, making sure he didn’t fall

eyes slightly

he slurred his words: “My shoes,

Did he want her to take off

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

she stood there in a daze, Emmeline started kicking her feet

off

ground with a cry. “How dare you throw shoes

over and continued to

glass of water and asked,

shoe, stood up and

“Emmett had too much to drink and he’s

welled up in Evelyn’s eyes, “He wanted me to take off his shoes, but I didn’t, and he kicked them off and hit

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

all morning and didn’t want to leave his

carry Emmett up to the guest

seid, “Let me go

end leened on the reiling to climb

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

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

be e good boy,” Abel took her hends off

too much to drink, go to

words, “stey

the little guy Emmeline wes telking ebout wes Adem.

seying in e werm voice, “Emmett, go to sleep, I’m here wetching over

kind,” Emmeline

no choice but to lie down beside her, pulling the blenket over her

stood behind, completely

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