Emmeline’s eyes welled up with tears as soon as she heard what Abel said. “That’s what I said. If I hadn’t resorted to these tricks, I wouldn’t be able to get close to you…” she said dejectedly.
“It’s such a pity though…” Abel said as he pinched her dainty chin lightly. “…that I still don’t want to see you even when you resort to such tricks.”
“But you met Emmett, and you liked him!” Emmeline argued. “So, my plan worked!”
“You would’ve had to come clean sooner or later,” Abel’s voice was cold and distant. “You’re a despicable conman!”
“Abel… how could you say that about me?” Emmeline cried. “Do you really not love me anymore?”
“Did I ever love you?” Abel narrowed his eyes on her. “Why don’t I remember it then?”
“That’s because Waylon forced you to take Worryfree!” Emmeline said. “You were forced to erase your feelings for me.”
“What did you say?” Abel raised an eyebrow. “Worry what? Sounds like something Benjamin had mentioned to me before.”
“Do you remember when you went to Adelmar Island to look for me?” Emmeline wiped at her tears as she recalled those memories.
“Of course, I do. I didn’t lose my memories,” Abel said flatly.
“When I was on the brink of death, how did you feel? Were you worried for me?” Emmeline prodded.
“Hmm,” Abel nodded slowly. “Yes, I was. I didn’t want you to die since you weren’t a bad person.”
“You kept waiting on me despite being sick yourself and refused treatment from Waylon, correct?” Emmeline continued.
“Hmm, that’s right,” Abel said after recalling that moment. “My stomach was bleeding out and my life was in danger too, but I was indeed extremely worried about you back then.”
“You were in that state, but you still insisted on being with me. Isn’t that proof that you love me?” Emmeline asserted.
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