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...

fell back into a deep sleep,

bowed his head, kissed her hair,

following morning,

dream. In her dream, she saw Abel

her tears and tucked her

Finally, he kissed her.

its handsome and charming appearance into a

in

won't become like

often reversed. Abel would not turn into what she saw in her dreams. Besides, Waylon was there to cure him. And if something bad happened, she could cure him too since her medical

Emmeline managed to calm herself down. She

and Kendra were already busy in the kitchen, preparing

buns, and a few side dishes. She carried it to the study, where Abel had already finished washing up and was standing by the window, smoking a cigarette. It was a rare sight, as he

on the door, her

through his 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

that he was worthy of the title "devil from

his body and face. Only his eyes remained clear and piercing, emanating a

there." Abel's voice was low and devoid

you feeling any

need to ask about me. I'll recover in

saying, "I left breakfast at the door, and I'll go to

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