NovelEnglishFeeling intimidated, the security team hung their heads low and buried their faces in their food.
Sam gave Emmeline a nudge. “Look, Ms. Louise. Mr. Abel is willing to do so much for you. Can’t you
give him a chance?”
“I didn’t ask him to, so why should I?” Emmeline expressed contempt.
Sam had no words.
“He could’ve said it before I took the Worryfree drug. It’s too late to say anything now. I don’t love him
anymore. I’m considering my next love life now.”
Sam thought to herself. I’ll just keep my mouth shut.
Abel stood before Emmeline. “No, Emma. The next guy for you will still be me. It has to be me. No
need to consider it. I didn’t. I never stopped loving you.”
Emmeline downplayed the situation. “You can’t compare your personal experience with others. I might
just hit it off with the next guy. Love is strange. You can never control or force it. It happens naturally.”
Abel was at a loss. Jesus Christ. What am I supposed to do now?
D*mn Waylon! Hang on, I should be blaming the Worryfree drug Waylon invented!
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“In any case, I won’t allow you to fall in love with another man!” Abel’s tyranny trait was kicking up
again.
Emmeline scoffed. “Hmph. It’s not something for you to decide. You said before that you’d rather love a
pig than me, so my love life doesn’t concern you.”
Abel was speechless. He wanted to give himself a slap in the face.
Emmeline was simply quoting him.
Women were hard to please.
With three cups of coffee brewed, Sam packed them to go and put them in a coffee holder and bag
before handing the bag to Emmeline.
Emmeline carried the bag and told Sam, “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll have lunch with Benjamin in the
office building’s cafeteria.”
“Oh?” Sam widened her eyes and gave Abel a look of sympathy.
Come on, Mr. Abel. Say something. What are you going to do now?
Although Mr. Benjamin is a good husband material, you have children with Ms. Louise!
It’s better for a family to be together than apart. Mr. Abel, you can do it!
Emmeline walked to the door, and Abel ingratiatingly held the glass door open for her.
“I’ll be your chauffeur, Emma.”
“You? You’re not good enough.” Emmeline pursed her lips and shook her head.
“…I’m not a bad choice. I look the part.”
“It’s not a matter of appearance.”
“…But you don’t have other chauffeurs.”
“I don’t need one. I can drive myself anywhere,” Emmeline replied.
“But you’re the boss of the Adelmar Group. Someone of your stature should not be driving.”
Emmeline was stumped.
“The boss is too important to drive themselves to work. Leave it to me.” Abel took the bag of coffee
from Emmeline.
Emmeline gave it a thought before nodding. “Alright. I’ll hire your service for now.”
Overjoyed, Abel reached out to hold Emmeline’s hand.
Emmeline withdrew her hand and glared at him. “Do you have a chauffeur who holds your hand
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwherever you go?”
Abel made a pouty face. “Aren’t we crossing the road? I’ll hold your hand to cross the road. It’s safer.”
“I can handle myself. Just bring the car around,” Emmeline uttered.
Abel had to drop the subject.
Once out of the café, it struck Abel that he parked the security vehicle right outside the café.
Where was the car?
Luca rushed over. “Mr. Abel, I drove the car to the parking lot with the spare key. The car had three
parking tickets.”
“Oh.” Abel said nothing else. He carried the bag and took Emmeline’s hand to cross the road.
Emmeline shook his hand off when they arrived at the parking lot.
Abel opened the back door of the Rolls Royce for Emmeline.
He got behind the wheel.
The journey to the Adelmar Group’s basement parking lot took ten minutes. Abel pulled up at a parking
spot.
Luca tagged along in the back with one of the three security vehicles.
Emmeline made a beeline to the CEO’s exclusive elevator and accessed it with her thumbprint.
Abel deftly squeezed into the elevator with her.
“Why are you coming along?” Emmeline’s eyes popped open.
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