Emmeline hastily threw a blanket over him. She thought he was awake.
It would be so embarrassing if Abel found out that Emmeline was admiring his naked body.
“Emma,” Abel called out softly again and stopped moving.
Phew! He didn’t wake up!
“That was close,” Emmeline said while patting her chest. Her face was red like a tomato.
She filled up the bathtub with warm water and helped Abel sit inside. The water would dissipate the alcohol in his body.
Some time later, Abel’s complexion was better, and his breathing became regular.
Emmeline fed him some hot tea.
Half an hour later, Abel looked like he returned to normal, though he was still unconscious.
Emmeline helped him put on pajamas and tucked him into his bed.
Abel slept soundly for the rest of the night. He had not been sleeping well at the hospital for the past few days after all.
In the morning, he was woken up by his phone ringing.
He felt a headache creeping in as soon as he saw the name on the screen.
Alana Lane.
He tossed the phone aside and covered his head with the blanket.
The calls did not cease. Abel sighed, flipped over, and answered the call.
Alana’s weak voice could be heard. “Abel, where are you? I was so scared because I didn’t see you last night. My wounds hurt. Won’t you come and accompany me…”
Abel said nothing as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
What should he say or do?
Emmeline opened the door. “You’re awake now. Eat your breakfast and go back to the hospital. She needs you.”
Abel was shocked. It was then he realized where he was.
“Abel!” Alana shrieked. “Where are you? Why do I hear Emmeline’s voice?”
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