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…

into a deep

her hair, and quietly left.

morning, Emmeline

In her dream, she saw Abel leaning over

tears and tucked her in.

he kissed her.

from its handsome and

up startled, drenched in cold sweat

won’t become like that, will

Besides, Waylon was there to cure him. And if something bad happened, she could cure him

Emmeline managed to calm herself down. She washed up and

already busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast that was

carried it to the study, where Abel had already finished washing up and

her voice

mind once more. It was almost irresistible, the desire to open the door and embrace his beloved woman in his arms was strong. But the image of himself in that terrifying state held him

now, Abel realized that he was worthy of the title “devil

face. Only his eyes remained clear and piercing, emanating a chilling aura. In this state, not even Emmeline would be able to bear witness it without

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

feeling any

to ask about me. I’ll

hesitated for a moment before saying, “I left breakfast at the door,

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