In the darkness, Abel stood silently next to the large bed, dressed in a black nightgown, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow.

Emmeline lay curled up under the blanket, her small face turned to the side.

Abel approached slowly, and it seemed like he noticed tears in the corners of her eyes.

He lowered his head, raised a finger, and gently brushed it against her cheek.

His fingertips felt cool and damp.

She had indeed fallen asleep with tears in her eyes.

Abel’s heart tightened, “Emma…”

Emmeline stirred slightly, speaking dreamily, “Hubby…”

Abel held his breath.

He prayed that Emmeline wouldn’t suddenly open her eyes.

His hellish and demonic appearance would become her nightmare.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds…

a deep sleep,

head, kissed her

following morning, Emmeline woke up.

a dream. In her dream, she saw Abel leaning over the bed,

her tears and tucked

kissed her.

from its handsome and

in cold sweat from

you won’t become like that,

Waylon was there to cure him. And if something bad happened, she could cure him too since her medical skills were

managed to calm herself down. She

were already busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast that was now laid out on the dining table.

the study, where Abel had already finished washing up and was standing by the window, smoking a cigarette. It was a rare sight, as he seldom smoked, but being alone in the

door, her voice gentle. “Abel, breakfast is ready.”

It was almost irresistible, the

now, Abel realized that he was worthy of the title

both on his body and face. Only his eyes remained clear and piercing, emanating a chilling aura.

and devoid of emotions as

feeling any better?” Emmeline

to ask about me. I’ll recover in a few days.”

“I left breakfast at the door, and I’ll go to the

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