“Mr. Abel and Mr. Benjamin,” he showed three fingers and said, “they drank three bottles of hard liquor.”
“Three bottles?” She frowned and said, “That’s too much, it would damage their bodies. Mr. Abel’s stomach just recovered not long ago.”
“Who didn’t know it?” Luca said, “But Mr. Abel was sad, it was good for him to be drunk.”
“I’m making some soup to sober him up.” Kendra helped Lucas to put Abel on the bed, and took his shoes off.
“Okay, you can go now.” Luca was tucking Abel in.
“Emma…” Abel muttered.
Luca was about to get out but he froze. He ran to his bedside and said excitedly, “Mr. Abel, do you still have feelings for Ms. Louise?”
But, Abel turned his body and slept soundly.
“Mr. Abel,” Luca tried to push him, he hoped that he could call out for Emmeline once more.
Despite Emmeline being dead or alive, he hoped that Abel could be someone with feelings. Yet, Abel was sleeping soundly until the evening next day.
Abel opened his eyes and looked at his watch, it was already seven o’clock in the evening. “Luca!” He called out.
“I’m coming!” Luca opened the bedroom door and walked in.
“Mr. Abel, you’re finally awake.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Abel frowned and asked, “Look at the time now, I shouldn’t be sleeping, there is still so much work to be done.”
Luca scratched his head and said. “You can’t blame me, Mr. Abel. I mean, you were a complete mess and Kendra made you a fixer. We didn’t force feed you the drink.”
“Forget it.” Abel brushed him off and said, “I need a shower you can leave.”
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