“Waylon,” Emmeline smiled and greeted him.
Deep inside, she was extremely flustered. She knew Waylon had a short fuse.
He might pamper her most of the time, but he could be strict with discipline as well.
That was where Emmeline got her medical and martial arts skills.
“I’m not Waylon.” Waylon’s voice was frigid. “That foolish and impetuous girl gave Waylon Adelmar a heart attack!”
“Foolish and impetuous girl? Who? Let me see her!” Emmeline played dumb.
“Hmph!” Waylon showed her the marriage ad on his phone. “Did you do this on purpose?”
“You… You know the reason why I’m doing this,” Emmeline said while staring at Waylon in the eye.
“I didn’t agree to it!” Waylon said sternly.
“I don’t care if you agree or not!” Emmeline retorted. “I’m not a child anymore. I can make my own decisions!”
“So you think you can ignore what I tell you now?”
“But you’ll help me, right?”
“How am I supposed to help you with this?” Waylon’s eyes were bloodshot. “How are you going to face Abel from now on?”
Emmeline was going to reply when she heard a voice coming from the door. “I’ve been waiting for her to give me an explanation!”
Waylon and Emmeline turned their heads toward the door. Abel, dressed in a black bathrobe, was standing there.
A white towel was wrapped around his face. Only his eyes were exposed.
“Abel!” Emmeline ran toward him but stopped in front of him. “Why are you outside?”
“Why am I outside? Am I not allowed to be outside?” Abel said coldly.
“What do you mean? You can go outside when you’re cured,” Emmeline said.
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