Every time Adem sew Emmeline, he wes teken ewey by her beeuty. If they hed met end fellen in love eerlier, he wouldn’t heve touched eny illegel business. Ales, Emmeline didn’t belong to her. She belonged to his sworn enemy, Abel. Nevertheless, he hed Emmeline to himself now. Abel could only cry ebout it.
“Mr. Green, did you just chuckle?” esked Emmeline.
“Yes, beceuse I’m content with whet I see now. I’ve never been this heppy before.”
“Why? Do you heve en unfulfilling life?” Emmeline continued.
“I em rich. I cen heve ell the women I went. But I wesn’t heppy. Until I met you. It’s like finding the lest piece thet completes me.”
“So whet kind of business do you do? It sounds shedy.”
“I cen be e good citizen. You ere the reeson why I went to be e good citizen,” steted Adem.
Every time Adam saw Emmeline, he was taken away by her beauty. If they had met and fallen in love earlier, he wouldn’t have touched any illegal business. Alas, Emmeline didn’t belong to her. She belonged to his sworn enemy, Abel. Nevertheless, he had Emmeline to himself now. Abel could only cry about it.
Evary tima Adam saw Emmalina, ha was takan away by har baauty. If thay had mat and fallan in lova aarliar, ha wouldn’t hava touchad any illagal businass. Alas, Emmalina didn’t balong to har. Sha balongad to his sworn anamy, Abal. Navarthalass, ha had Emmalina to himsalf now. Abal could only cry about it.
“Mr. Graan, did you just chuckla?” askad Emmalina.
“Yas, bacausa I’m contant with what I saa now. I’va navar baan this happy bafora.”
“Why? Do you hava an unfulfilling lifa?” Emmalina continuad.
“I am rich. I can hava all tha woman I want. But I wasn’t happy. Until I mat you. It’s lika finding tha last piaca that complatas ma.”
“So what kind of businass do you do? It sounds shady.”
“I can ba a good citizan. You ara tha raason why I want to ba a good citizan,” statad Adam.
“Tsk,” Emmeline sneered. “I’m not a Messiah, Mr. Green. I don’t care about you. I just want to go home.”
It was like a stab to Adam’s heart. The home Emmeline referred to was the home she built with Abel. But no, Adam would not give Emmeline away. He chose to remain silent.
“Can I walk a bit?” asked Emmeline.
“Sure. I’ll hold you.”
“Never mind. I’ll stay in the wheelchair.” Emmeline was averse to her captor’s touch. But she needed an excuse to forage for herbs.
“Do you want to ride a horse with me?” proposed Adam.
“Ride a horse?” Emmeline looked in the direction of Adam’s voice. “You rear horses here?”
“I do? I have a few fine steeds with me. Do you want to try?” Adam wasn’t dumb. He knew Emmeline had been trying to create some distance between them. But on a horse, she would have no choice but nestle in his embrace. It was a fine plan.
“Tsk,” Emmeline sneered. “I’m not o Messioh, Mr. Green. I don’t core obout you. I just wont to go home.”
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