Chapter 820 Badmouthing
“You didn’t,” Luca said with a grin. “You kicked me once, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Phew,” Abel closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. “I still remember how I nearly killed Adam.”
Luca chuckled. “I’m luckier than he is. At least you didn’t manage to grab and toss me.”
He was very relieved to see that Abel managed to pull through.
Suddenly, Abel’s phone rang.
Waylon went out of the bathroom to pick it up. He frowned when he saw the call was from Emmeline.
He was running out of excuses.
Waylon returned to the bathroom and handed the phone to Abel.
“It’s from Emma. What are you going to tell her?”
Abel was silent for a while before he took the phone.
He inhaled deeply to suppress the pain and said composedly, “Hey, Emma.”
“Hubby?” Emmeline sounded like she was about to cry. “Why did you suddenly rush out of the house? I’ve been waiting for you, but you’re not back yet.”
“I have to work overtime tonight because there’s some very urgent business I need to attend to,” Abel said.
Emmeline sniffled. “I’ve never seen you like this before. How could you leave me behind?”
“I’m sorry, babe. It was really very urgent, and I didn’t have the time to explain. I promise I won’t do it next time.” Abel said.
“When are you coming home? I’ll make supper for you.”
Abel lowered his head to look at his body. He guessed that he would not be going home tonight.
“I think I’ll have to burn the midnight oil tonight. You don’t have to wait for me.”
“Oh? Why are you so busy all of a sudden?” Emmeline mumbled.
“I forgot I had some work from before. I was so preoccupied with looking for you,” Abel said.
“I see. I’ll make supper for you and deliver it over then,” Emmeline said.
“No!” Abel blurted.
“Why not? You’ll be hungry,” Emmeline said with a frown.
“If I’m hungry, I’ll get food from Nimbus Hotel,” Abel said. “Your eyes haven’t fully recovered yet, so you shouldn’t be cooking.”
“…” Why do I feel like Abel is hiding something from me?
“Hubby, is there something you’re not telling me?”
“No.” Abel forced a grin and said, “I won’t hide anything from you, Emma. Be a good girl and go to bed.”
“But Hubby…”
Abel had already ended the call. He growled hoarsely. “Argh!”
“Well, I don’t know how you can still smile when the pain is so intense,” Benjamin said.
“Heh. He’d rather die than show his fragile side,” Waylon said.
How dare he badmouth me? Abel thought.
“Abel, why don’t you listen to Waylon and bring Emma here? There’s nothing for you to worry about if Waylon can take care of her,” Benjamin said.
“I’m not worried, but I can’t!” Abel said. “If I separate from Emma, that’ll be what the owner of the Imperial Palace wants.”
“Still, your life is at stake here,” Waylon said.
“Didn’t you say the poison isn’t going to kill me?” Abel said.
“Do you want to suffer like this? You might not die, but I’m sure you wish you were dead! Look at your skin!”
Abel lowered his head and looked closely. Benjamin and Luca did the same.
Bloody cracks crisscrossed Abel’s chest and lower torso.
He did not feel the pain because he was soaking in ice water.
However, he knew that the pain from the skin cracks would be unbearable, in addition to the pain from Deathly Desire.
“Well… I have Waylon’s ointment,” Abel said.
“It won’t last for much longer. How are you going to explain to Emma when the cracks spread to your limbs and your face?” Waylon said.
