âHmm,â Abel nodded. âEmmettâs fallen asleep, and Iâm here with him.â
Evelyn choked up at the news.
Abel was going to stay here with that⦠little guy?
Stamping her foot in anger, Evelyn stormed off and hailed a cab, heading straight for Levan Mansion.
Meanwhile, Abel turned back towards the stairs. After the commotion earlier, he didnât want to risk waking up âEmmettâ.
Returning to the guest room, Abel checked on the little guy who was sleeping soundly.
With delicate and soft features, the childâs face was almost like that of a little girl.
Smiling to himself, Abel couldnât help but extend his finger and pinch the childâs cheek.
The skin was indeed smooth and delicate, even more so than that of a little girl.
âAbel,â Emmeline turned over in her sleep and murmured softly.
The sound of her voice sent shivers down Abelâs spine, leaving him with an indescribable feeling of contentment.
It was as if his lonely soul had been soothed by a soft, gentle touch.
A deep sense of affection swelled up within him.
âEmmett?â
He couldnât resist the urge to pick up âEmmettâ and hold him close, but he felt ridiculous for even having such thoughts.
Could it be possible that he had fallen for this young boy?
Just as he was pondering these thoughts, Emmeline sneezed suddenly.
He must have gotten chilly.
Abel quickly leaned down and tucked her in, making sure she was warm and cozy.
Emmelineâs arm reached out and wrapped around Abelâs solid waist.
Abel tried to gently push her away, but he didnât want to wake her up either.
He ended up lying next to her, with one arm around her.
âAbelâ¦â Emmeline snuggled closer to him, curling up like a little kitten.
Abel held her close, planting a kiss on her forehead, and the two of them drifted off to sleep.
Downstairs, the first floor had closed for the night, and Sam had returned to her room.
She had originally planned for Luca to stay in one of the guest rooms on the third floor.
However, Luca had decided to sleep in the Rolls-Royce for the night.
As the sun streamed in through the windshield, Luca stirred awake.
Checking his wristwatch, he realized it was already seven in the morning.
He rubbed his bleary eyes, feeling like he had slept for too long.
Blaming it on the luxurious interior of the Rolls-Royce, which was just too comfortable.
As he was about to open the car door and step out, he noticed a stretch Lincoln pulling into the parking lot.
Luca recognized it as Lewisâs car.
As the Lincoln pulled into the parking lot and parked, Rosaline got out followed by Evelyn.
Oh no!
Luca thought to himself, this must be Rosaline coming to catch Abel and âEmmettâ!
It was all Evelynâs fault, she must have told Madame Ryker something to set this up.
Luca pulled out his phone to call Abel, only to realize his phone was dead.
He forgot to charge it last night.
Luca smoothed down his messy hair with his hand, got out of the Rolls-Royce and followed behind Rosaline and Evelyn.
As Sam got up to answer the door, Rosaline barged in with an imposing demeanor.
âWhere is Mr. Abel?â Rosaline demanded in a cold and stern voice.
Sam was taken aback at the sight of Abelâs mother and immediately understood what was going on when he saw Evelyn behind her.
Evelyn must have gone to Abelâs parents and told them everything.
It was clear that Madame Ryker had come personally to âcatch the cheating.â
âMadame Ryker,â Sam hurriedly stepped away from his work station, âMr. Abel is still asleep upstairs.
Shall I go and wake him?â
âNever mind,â Rosaline said, âIâll go up myself!â
With that, she hitched up her skirt and stormed up the stairs.
Evelyn hurried to keep up with her, while Sam, who had tried to race ahead, was left behind.
Rosaline climbed the stairs, her heels clicking against the wood, until she reached the landing on the second floor. Without hesitation, she pushed open the door to the living room, but found it empty.
She moved on to the master bedroom and pushed the door open with a loud âbang.â
The master bedroom was empty too.
Rosaline pushed open the first guest room and saw Abel sound asleep in bed, holding someone in his arms.
They were both sleeping soundly.
Rosaline rushed over and grabbed Abelâs arm.
âSon, how could you do this? How could you do such a thing!â
Abel hadnât slept this deeply in a long time.
He was in the middle of a dream when he was abruptly awakened by someone pulling his arm.
Reflexively, he was about to strike back, but he saw that it was his mother standing by the bed.
Abel forced himself to hold back his fist and asked, âMom, why are you here?â