Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1752

Chapter 1752 Awakening in Adversity

“I understand.”

Yasmine nodded, and they took Emmanuel away.

Emmanuel woke up to find himself lying on a cold, unforgiving stone bed, swathed in layers of bandages that cocooned his body. His surroundings were dimly lit, and the air was heavy with an ancient, musty scent. His right hand throbbed with such intensity that it felt as though it might split open, sending waves of searing pain coursing through him.

“Awake at last, young sir?” came a gruff voice, as an unseemly figure leaned in, causing

Emmanuel to startle and swiftly straighten himself upright.

But then he exclaimed with fervor, “Blake! Is it truly you? You’ve survived?”

“Haha, I possess the aura of a protagonist; even death dares not claim me,” Blake remarked with a proud smirk, his confidence shining through like a beacon in the shadows of uncertainty.

Emmanuel chuckled, “What kind of deranged author would make an ugly guy like you the protagonist?”

“Oh damn, I saved your life, and you’re dissing me like this? Like the farmer and the snake!” Blake protested excitedly.

Emmanuel smiled and said, “Thanks.”

“Forget such trifles; gratitude from a man holds no sway over me. Should a woman express thanks, she might even offer herself as a reward. What do you possess in comparison? Nothing of consequence,” Blake declared nonchalantly, his gesture dismissive yet laden with an air of superiority.

next moment, he watched Emmanuel attempt to stand up.

Just moments ago he was bleeding heavily, yet now he

have important things to do,” Emmanuel patted Blake on the shoulder with

should I be impressed?” Blake recoiled swiftly, cautious. “Do not entertain thoughts of involving me in a rebellion against the Airspace Group. What concern of mine is it?

ignoring Blake as he exited the rudimentary room. He realized that where he had just laid was a temporary medical

its own right. Amidst this serene spectacle, his

“Claudette, I’m sorry.”

agony that threatened to breach the barriers of his tear

leaving the Northern Territory, this was the first time he had felt such heartache and helplessness.

He needed strength.

first occasion he had

to him now? By what means might he aspire to reclaim his zenith

in uncertainty, leaving him adrift in

unwavering clarity that heedless actions were

once more with forceful intent, the risk loomed large that his meridians, already stretched

burning in his heart, Emmanuel knew he must uncover a more refined strategy to liberate Claudette,

his steps away from the central realm. The afternoon waned, yet his resolve remained resolute

the way, his mood was extremely

pondered this historical enmity as he weighed the formidable prowess of Falcon and Xan, whose strength matched his own. Yet, looming over

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