Chapter 511 I’ll Beat You to Death

Abel led Emmeline by the hand to the platform garden, where the colorful blooms and graceful willows looked especially enchanting in the soft glow of the lights.

"Wow!" Emmeline clapped her hands in awe. "This little garden is so beautiful!"

Abel squinted his eyes, memories flooding back and overwhelming him. Suddenly, he saw Emmeline's lovely figure in his mind's eye, and a sharp pang of heartache twisted his features.

"Mr. Ryker," Emmeline asked, breaking his reverie. "Do you know the owner of this place well?"

As Emmeline turned around, she saw a pained expression on Abel's face.

"Mr. Ryker, what's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

Abel replied, "I'm just feeling a little uneasy."

Emmeline's heart leaped with joy. This must mean that Abel still had feelings for her. It seemed that Waylon's Worryfree medication wasn't a foolproof solution after all.

But how could she awaken Abel's dormant emotions for her?

"Mr. Ryker," Emmeline said, perched on a swing. "Is someone weighing on your mind?"

Abel gave a subdued nod in response.

"Would you like to share your story with me?" Emmeline suggested gently.

Abel let out a deep sigh. "There's not much of a story to tell."

"Is it because of unrequited love?" Emmeline tilted her head, studying him closely.

A shadow crossed Abel's handsome face. "No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?" she asked softly.

"...forget it," Abel said, his voice heavy with reluctance. "Let's not talk about her."

Emmeline's heart sank. It seemed that this situation was more difficult than she had anticipated.

them their coffee and they sat on the swing, sipping and chatting. Before they knew it, it was late into the night and Emmeline had dozed off, leaning against

Abel nudged her gently, trying to wake

one was sleeping soundly, completely oblivious

"Once they're asleep, they're out. Coffee doesn't seem

about "Emmett" catching a cold in the chilly night air, Abel decided to carry her to the guest room

he was tucking her into bed and pulling the covers

is Mr. Abel still here?" she

here," Luca's muffled voice

brought him a jacket. It's getting cold outside," Evelyn

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