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…

Emmeline fell back into a deep

head, kissed her hair, and quietly

morning, Emmeline woke up.

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

away her tears and tucked her

kissed

his face suddenly transformed from its handsome and charming appearance into a ferocious ghost–like

woke up startled, drenched in cold

you won’t become like that, will you?” Emmeline

would not turn into what she saw in her dreams. Besides, Waylon was there to cure him. And if something bad happened, she could cure him too since her medical skills

thoughts, Emmeline managed to calm herself down. She washed up and headed

kitchen, preparing breakfast that was now laid out

a tray with a bowl of porridge, buns, and a few side dishes. She carried it to 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 study

Emmeline knocked on the door, her voice gentle. “Abel, breakfast is ready.”

tears in her eyes from the previous night flashed through his mind once more. It was almost irresistible, the desire to open the door

he was worthy of

and face. Only his eyes remained clear and piercing, emanating a chilling aura. In this state, not even Emmeline would be

there.” Abel’s voice was low and devoid of emotions as

feeling any better?” Emmeline asked

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

left breakfast at the door, and I’ll

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