Abel took the bowl from Emmeline’s hands and finished the medicinal liquid in two gulps.
The antidote was very bitter, and Abel’s face was scrunched up.
“How is it? How do you feel now?” Emmeline asked expectantly as she stood in front of Abel.
Abel could not help but smile. He patted her head and said, “Emma, why are you in such a hurry?”
Emmeline blushed and said, “Because I can’t wait to hug the man I love the most!”
Abel put the bowl away, stretched his arms wide, and brought her close to his chest.
“If you want to know how I feel, why don’t you try it out yourself?”
Emmeline buried her head in his chest and said, “Waylon is right there! Shouldn’t we go back to our room if we want to try anything?”
“Well then…” Abel picked her up in a bridal carry. “Shall we go back to our room to try?”
“Mm!” Emmeline playfully thumped him and buried her face in his chest.
Abel brought her back to the master bedroom and placed her on the bed.
Emmeline stared at him expectantly for a few seconds before closing her eyes.
Abel was about to lean over and kiss her when a sound was heard from behind. “Mr. Abel…”
Abel turned his head around, and Emmeline opened her eyes.
Luca was standing at the door holding a giant framed photograph with both hands.
“…”
“…”
Luca realized what was going on. He blushed and said, “Well, um, the door wasn’t closed, so…”
No one could see Abel’s expression under the mask, but he said in his usual cold voice, “Yes?”
“The bridal portrait is ready. The studio sent it over just now,” Luca said.
Abel nodded. “Mm. Bring it over here.”
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