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.

moment, he watched Emmanuel attempt to stand up.

marveled at his resilience. Just moments ago he was bleeding heavily, yet now he

time to lie down. I have important things to do,” Emmanuel patted Blake on the shoulder

me in a rebellion against the Airspace Group. What concern of mine is it? I am merely present to

where he had just laid was a temporary medical station in the central region, usually used to treat severely injured competitors from the

graceful dance from the heavens above, each flakes a fleeting masterpiece in its own right. Amidst this serene spectacle, his wounds

“Claudette, I’m sorry.”

resolve, holding back the searing agony that threatened to breach the

first time he had felt such heartache and helplessness.

He needed strength.

life, this moment marked the first occasion he had encountered such

open to him now? By what means might he aspire to reclaim his zenith of prowess and vigor?

uncertainty, leaving him

heedless actions were

intent, the risk loomed large that his meridians, already stretched to their limits, might rupture, leaving him vulnerable before

must uncover a more refined strategy to

the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the landscape, he hastened his steps away from the central realm. The afternoon waned, yet his resolve remained resolute as he embarked

mood

prowess of Falcon and Xan, whose strength matched his own. Yet, looming over his thoughts like an ominous shadow was the uncertainty surrounding Rhett’s power–an

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