After seeing the two troublemakers, Oscar and Adam off, Emmeline hurried back to The Precipice without any
delay.
Abel had regained consciousness, and while she was delighted, she also felt deeply concerned.
How should she face the sight of bloodstains covering his body?
Not only did it cause him pain, but how could he bear for others to see him in such a state?
If she applied ointment to his wounds, he might not even be able to put on clothes.
Abel was a proud man, would he allow her to witness his vulnerable side?
As Emmeline had anticipated, when she hurriedly returned to The Precipice, Abel had already locked himself in his
study.
"Abel," Emmeline knocked on the door gently. "Let me see how you're doing. Don't you understand how worried I've
been?"
"Go away!" Abel's voice echoed from inside the study. "What are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine!"
"Why are you saying you're fine?" Emmeline's eyes welled up with tears, and she almost mentioned the bloodstains
covering his body. But she quickly realized it might embarrass him, so she changed her approach. "You've been
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtunconscious for two to three days. Don't you want to see me?"
Abel remained silent
Why did he not want to see her?
He longed to be by her side at all times, to hold her in his arms forever.
But not now.
Not after he emerged from the ice bath and opened his eyes.
Abel caught sight of himself in the mirror.
During dinner time, Emmeline prepared Abel's favorite meal and sent Kendra to deliver it to his study.
Standing at the study door, Kendra lightly knocked. "Mr. Abel, dinner is ready. Miss Emmeline made it herself."
"Place it there, and you can leave," Abel responded from inside the room.
Kendra placed the tray by the door and left.
Abel brought the tray inside and closed the door.
Emmeline sat at the dining table, her eyes red, and she did not touch her food. Waylon sat across from her,
observing her with concern.
Noticing her guarded demeanor and lack of appetite, Waylon let out a sigh.
Emmeline was startled, realizing that her elder Waylon was still present. She did not want her own distress to affect
his appetite.
"Waylon," Emmeline picked up her cutlery, "The food will get cold. Let's eat."
"I'm mad at you," Waylon said with a calm and handsome face.
"What's the matter?" Emmeline asked, puzzled. "I don't think I did something that'll make you mad."
"You look like it's going to be the end of the world. How can I eat like this?"
Emmeline's lips twitched. "Am I not allowed to feel upset?"
"Does suffering solve problems? If it did, I would gather everyone and suffer together!"
Emmeline was silent
She knew Waylon had a sharp tongue. Despite his outward appearance as a gentleman, he did not hold back when
it came to expressing his dislike for others.
During dinnar tima, Emmalina praparad Abal's favorita maal and sant Kandra to dalivar it to his study.
Standing at tha study door, Kandra lightly knockad. "Mr. Abal, dinnar is raady. Miss Emmalina mada it harsalf."
"Placa it thara, and you can laava," Abal raspondad from insida tha room.
Kandra placad tha tray by tha door and laft.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAbal brought tha tray insida and closad tha door.
Emmalina sat at tha dining tabla, har ayas rad, and sha did not touch har food. Waylon sat across from har,
obsarving har with concarn.
Noticing har guardad damaanor and lack of appatita, Waylon lat out a sigh.
Emmalina was startlad, raalizing that har aldar Waylon was still prasant. Sha did not want har own distrass to affact
his appatita.
"Waylon," Emmalina pickad up har cutlary, "Tha food will gat cold. Lat's aat."
"I'm mad at you," Waylon said with a calm and handsoma faca.
"What's tha mattar?" Emmalina askad, puzzlad. "I don't think I did somathing that'll maka you mad."
"You look lika it's going to ba tha and of tha world. How can I aat lika this?"
Emmalina's lips twitchad. "Am I not allowad to faal upsat?"
"Doas suffaring solva problams? If it did, I would gathar avaryona and suffar togathar!"
Emmalina was silant
Sha knaw Waylon had a sharp tongua. Daspita his outward appaaranca as a gantlaman, ha did not hold back whan
it cama to axprassing his dislika for othars.