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...

Emmeline fell back into a deep

his head, kissed her

morning, Emmeline

her dream, she saw Abel leaning over

wiped away her tears and tucked her

Finally, he kissed her.

its handsome and charming

startled, drenched in cold sweat

you won't become like

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

Emmeline managed to calm herself down. She washed

busy in the kitchen, preparing

She carried it to the study, where Abel had already finished washing up and was standing by

door, her voice gentle. "Abel,

her eyes from the previous night flashed 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

Abel realized that he was worthy of the title "devil

a black bathrobe stained with blood, both on his body and face. Only his eyes remained clear and piercing, emanating a chilling aura. In this state,

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

any better?" Emmeline

to ask about me. I'll

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

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