Emmeline’s return to the café with Abel took Sam, who happened to look over, by surprise.

Sam found it hard to believe that Emmeline would be caught dead with Abel.

Did the pair get back together?

As if Abel was really here to inspect the landscaping, he went up to the platform.

“Ms. Louise, what’s the situation here?” Sam asked Emmeline in hushed tones.

“He’s here to check on Mateo’s work, and nothing else,” Emmeline replied.

“Seriously?” Sam was skeptical.

Emmeline glared at her. “What’s going on in your mind?”

Sam stuck out her tongue.

She refused to believe that Abel did not have other thoughts in mind.

“Emma, do you want to see if there’s anything else needing sorting out?” Abel’s voice came from up the ladder.

“Did you hear that? It’s purely for work.” Emmeline told Sam.

Blinking, Sam gave a nod.

As if she took Emmeline’s word for it!

Up on the platform, Abel wore a white shirt and rolled up his sleeves.

He took off his jacket and put it on the swing.

“I had a quick run-through, and Mateo is doing a good job. Can you look at the details and see if there’s anything else to be sorted out? I can let him know.”

Truth be told, Emmeline could not wrap her head around the field of landscaping.

To her, all it mattered was that the flowers looked beautiful.

The tiny details were the least of her concern.

Nevertheless, she went to take a look since Abel suggested so.

Suddenly, she found something moving in the flowerpot.

Emmeline pried the flower petals and leaves aside for a closer inspection.

“Jesus Christ!” It was a centipede.

Emmeline screamed at the top of her lungs before jumping into Abel’s arms.

Abel quickly secured her from falling and asked in shock, “What happened? What happened?”

“C-Centipede! Ah!”

The three things that crawled under Emmeline’s skin were snakes, centipedes, and leeches.

In short, it would kill her to see any of these three animals.

The one thing she had going was that she had not been scared to death yet.

“What’s scary about a centipede?”

Abel said while carrying her further from the flowerpot.

Emmeline looked like she had seen a ghost.

“I don’t want the garden anymore.”

Emmeline choked with sobs, “The centipede will come and eat me if I sit on the swing.”

“It’s no big deal. I can get Mateo to do some pest control.” Abel was caught between emotions.

“Does it work?” Emmeline clung to Abel like a monkey.

“Of course, it does. The soil has been added with pesticides, so you can get insects. All it takes is a little pest control. That’s all,” Abel replied.

Emmeline bobbed her head as color returned to her complexion.

She looked tenderly into Abel’s eyes. “Thank you for inspecting the garden. Otherwise, I’d be dead meat.”

Abel smiled. “It’s only a centipede.”

“To me, that’s a heavyweight killer there.”

Abel furrowed his brows in disbelief as Emmeline drew close for a kiss on his lips.

“This is what you get for saving me twice today.”

Dumbstruck at first, Abel was soon filled with rapture.

Today was his lucky day!

Even the centipede was on his side.

The pair got off the platform, and Emmeline slipped out of Abel’s embrace.

Abel pulled out his phone and dialed Mateo’s number.

Mateo answered, “Oh, no. I bought the pesticide, but it slipped my mind to add it to the plants, Mr. Abel.”

“You bought it? Where is it?” Abel asked.

“On the coffee table up on the platform. Why don’t I come over to add the pesticide, Mr. Abel?”

“It’s fine. I’ll do you. It will be dark out by the time you arrive,’ Abel answered.

“Thank you, Mr. Abel.” On the other end of the line, Mateo was grateful for the gesture.

Abel thought to himself. No need to thank me.

I’ll get an opportunity to be the hero again.

Emma kissed me just now.

“The pesticide is on the platform. Mateo bought it, but he forgot to apply it to the plants. I’ll do it now. You can rest the earlier we get it done,” Abel told Emmeline.

“Yeah, or I wouldn’t go near the platform.” Emmeline pouted as the lingering fear sat in.

“I thought you had nerves of steel. You’re not afraid about hanging midair in a harness, but you have a problem with a tiny insect.”

Emmeline kept her head down without a word.

Some girls could pass out at the sight of insects. Emmeline wondered whether Abel would believe her if she told him.

“I’ll get on the platform.”

Abel ran his fingers through her hair and rolled up his sleeves to get up on the platform.