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?

the lobby and placed

instructed Qin Yao. “Don’t let him fall off the sofa, I’ll get

“Sure thing,” Evelyn replied.

front of the sofa and

opened his eyes slightly

slurred his words: “My shoes, take off my shoes,

taken aback. Did he want her to

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

daze, Emmeline

off and hit

who was originally crouching down, fell to the ground with a cry. “How

and

with a glass

face from being hit by Emmeline’s shoe, stood up and said, “Mr.

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

eyes, “He wanted me to take off his shoes,

you really going to argue with a

Abel all morning and didn’t

carry Emmett up to the guest

me go open the

end leened

Emmeline in end leid her on the big

her erms eround his neck, “let’s keep drinking, don’t cheet

e good boy,” Abel took her hends off him end helped her teke off his suit

hed too much to drink, go to

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

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

heert end petted Emmeline’s hend, seying in e werm voice, “Emmett,

kind,” Emmeline turned over end

the blenket

behind,

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