“XO?” Abel asked her.

“Sure, XO.” Emmeline snapped her fingers crisply.
“XO?” Abel asked her.

“Sure, XO.” Emmeline snapped her fingers crisply.

Abel called over the waiter and placed their order.

As the waiter left, the bartender approached their table with their drinks, kneeling down to mix them.

A rock singer on the stage belted out a song, shaking the room with its booming sound.

Abel frowned.

The noise was unbearable, he thought to himself.

“Mr. Ryker,” Emmeline said playfully, her face full of mischief, “how about I sing for you instead?”

“You can sing?” Abel squinted at her, finding this “little bro” increasingly intriguing.

“At school, I used to sing all the time,” Emmeline replied. “I was the star of the show.”

“Well, give it a shot,” Abel encouraged her with a grin.

Emmeline took a sip of the cocktail the bartender had just made and walked over to the stage.

After discussing the song selection with the band, Emmeline grabbed a bass guitar and prepared to perform.

As the music started playing, Emmeline belted out the lyrics with abandon.

“You took my hand, you showed me how…”

“…You promised me you’d be around…”

words, and

was taken aback

was the famous song of

and found himself clapping

crowd in the

the entire hall erupted in

to Abel’s side, amidst

how was it? Did I

drink and chuckled, “You look handsome and pretty, like Pink in

spurted out

to say that, as if he had

a pure man, pure as

laughing, “Why are you panicking? I didn’t say

voice suddenly came from behind, “Are

looked up, and Emmeline

that Adam had come over at

Abel’s sword-like eyebrows furrowed.

was starting to dislike

man always made him feel

said with a faint smile, “won’t you offer me a

replied coldly

to

quickly shifted to the side

out and pinched Emmeline’s cheek, “you sing well, and you look so handsome. Your face is so smooth and androgynous, I can’t even tell if you’re a boy or a girl. It makes my heart skip a

ewey end pulled Emmeline

just e kid, Adem. Don’t

like this kind of kid,” Adem pointed to Emmeline’s little musteche, “look, our style

me,” Abel seid, “he doesn’t know enything. Adem, you need

protecting him. Is this e new

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