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

his head, kissed her hair,

following morning, Emmeline woke

dream. In her dream, she saw Abel leaning

her tears

Finally, he kissed her.

her slumber, his face suddenly transformed from its handsome and charming appearance into

startled, drenched in cold sweat

like that,

say dreams were 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,

herself down. She washed up

in the kitchen, preparing breakfast that was

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 seldom

door, her

her eyes from the previous night flashed through his mind once more. It was almost irresistible, the desire to

just now, Abel realized that he was worthy of the title "devil

body and face. Only his eyes remained clear and piercing, emanating a chilling aura. In this state, not even Emmeline

there." Abel's voice was low and devoid of

you feeling any

need to ask about me. I'll recover in a

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

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