Now it was Luca’s turn to be dumbfounded.

He approached, staring at the pair as if he didn’t recognize his own boss.

“Mr. Abel, what’s going on…” Luca began to ask.

Abel furrowed his brow and turned his head, unsure of how to respond.

He didn’t know how to explain the situation to Luca.

Last night, Abel had held “Emmett” in his arms as they slept, and it felt amazing. He inexplicably felt at ease and content. He slept soundly and sweetly, even in his dreams.

So what was the big deal?

“Mr. Abel,” Evelyn approached and took hold of Abel’s arm, speaking softly. “Just apologize to Auntie so she can have peace of mind.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Abel shrugged her off and spoke coldly. “I just love Emmett, so what?”

Suddenly, Rosaline felt her vision darken and her body sway.

Her son had actually admitted it himself, he liked this man!

Abel stood up and tried to support his mother, but she pushed him away.

“I don’t have a son like you!” Rosaline cried. “I’ve lived half my life and never imagined my son would be a pervert, let alone my future son-in-law, a man!”

“Mr. Abel,” Evelyn’s voice trembled with tears. “You must be joking. How could you like men? You’re just joking, right?”

“I’m not joking,” Abel lifted Emmeline with one arm. “I just suddenly found myself drawn to this little guy. I can’t explain it myself, so I might as well just admit it.”

Rosaline was speechless and rolled her eyes in frustration.

“Mom!” Abel quickly went to support her.

“Auntie, Auntie!” Evelyn also supported her. “Take care of yourself!”

“Abel!” Rosaline pushed her son away and took a deep breath. “If you still recognize me as your mother, come home with me now. I’ll make your father give you a good lesson!”

Abel remained silent.

He didn’t think he did anything wrong. He just liked this little guy.

Nothing shameful had happened between them, so what was the problem?

“Mr. Abel,” Evelyn said hesitantly. “Auntie is so upset, just give in to her for now.”

“Mr. Ryker,” Emmeline was afraid that Rosaline would have a heart attack. “You should go home with Auntie first, and I’ll contact you later.”

“Alright then,” Abel nodded, not wanting his mother to get into any more trouble.

He gently rubbed Emmeline’s head and his eyes softened as he spoke in a soft voice, “Little kid, don’t wander around, remember that I’ll call you back later.”

“Mhm, I won’t move, you can rest assured,” Emmeline obediently nodded her head.

“Good boy,” Abel said before he helped Rosaline out of the room.

As everyone left, the room fell silent. Emmeline took off the fake mustache and eyebrows and lay sprawled on the bed.

“Oh my god, I’m so tired!” Emmeline exclaimed.

“But Ms. Louise,” Sam closed the door behind them, “it’s worth it, isn’t it? You can see how much Mr. Abel cares for you.”

“Yeah,” Emmeline blinked her dark peach eyes, “even though he’s lost his feelings for Emmeline, his soul still recognizes me!”

“If that’s the case,” Sam suggested, “why don’t you just confront him directly?”

“That won’t work,” Emmeline’s expression darkened, “don’t underestimate Waylon’s medicine. It really does work. I’ve tried testing Abel several times, and he’s completely indifferent to Emmeline. If I showed up as Emmeline, he would just push me away, and I wouldn’t even be as welcome as Evelyn.”

“Ah,” Sam pouted, “Waylon, why did you have to resort to such a stupid plan? It’s turned two lovers into strangers!”

“It’s not Waylon’s fault,” Emmeline sighed, “he didn’t want anything bad to happen to Abel, and this was the only way he could think of.”

“When will Mr. Abel fall in love with Ms. Louise again?” Sam asked, concerned. “I’m really worried.”

“I have no idea,” Emmeline rubbed her own head, “we’ll have to take it one step at a time.”