Waylon ended the call.
Luca returned the phone to Abel.
“Mr. Waylon is coming soon,” Luca said.
Abel grabbed the phone and placed it next to the pool, shooting Luca a chilling stare that left him bewildered.
Did I say something wrong?
Abel gave Luca an order coldly, “Go wait at the gate. I just had a narrow escape. I don’t want to disturb Emma when Waylon comes.”
“Yes, Mr. Abel.” Luca scratched his head, got up and ran away.
Half an hour later, Waylon rushed over in a hurry.
He lived in Emmeline’s Macsen Villa, which was quite far away.
After receiving Luca’s call, he drove as far as he could in the middle of the night. D
Luca was indeed waiting at the gate.
“Mr. Abel doesn’t want to disturb Ms. Louise,” Luca explained politely to Waylon.
So, Waylon parked the car outside the gate and turned off the engine instead of driving into the yard.
He followed Luca to the backyard, where Abel was still soaking in the water.
The clear pool was filled with large blocks of ice that had not yet melted.
Waylon squatted down and touched the water temperature.
It was probably at the freezing point. The pool would have frozen over if it were not for the warm weather in September.
Abel looked exhausted, half of his body soaked in the icy water.
“Does it still hurt?” Waylon asked, frowning.
“It does hurt. But I can endure it.” Abel replied.
Waylon then grabbed his wrist to check his pulse.
He felt a strong and turbulent pulse, like a flood rushing down from a mountain.
Looking at Abel, he noticed his eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped beast.
His entire body was soaked in the icy water. The water had turned pink.
His blood vessels might have burst if he had not been immersed in the ice water.
“Deathly Desire?” Waylon slowly uttered these words.
Abel said, “I felt like I was dying just now. The pain was killing me. My whole body was in pain, from head to toe, both inside and out!”
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