“You really are something else. Can’t even bother to wrap it up, do you?”

Adrien reached out to take the dress and awkwardly stuffed it into his own embrace. There was just nowhere else to put it.

With the wine-red dress tucked away, Adrien made his way back to his luxury car.

Luca’s Land Rover had disappeared from sight, but Adrien’s Rolls Royce Wraith quickly caught up as his driver hit the gas pedal, speeding off into the distance.

At noon, Abel took Emmeline to the Majestic Bar.

Adrien had already reserved a private room and was waiting inside. The table was adorned with a variety of drinks, desserts, and fruits.

Two hostesses sat on either side of Adrien, one feeding him grapes and the other pouring him drinks. They fawned over him, making him feel like a king.

When Abel and Emmeline walked in, Adrien pushed the two hostesses away and stood up to greet them. The women looked surprised and greedily eyed the two men standing at the door.

“Oh my, two handsome guys just walked in!” exclaimed one of the hostesses. “And one is even more handsome than the other!”

As the hostesses approached, one of them reached for Emmeline’s hand and said in a flirtatious tone, “Hey there, how about I keep you company and we have a drink together?”

The other hostess butted in, “No, no, pick me instead. I’ll do anything for you tonight, even if I have to pay for it.”

“Get lost, both of you!” Abel barked, sending the hostesses running.

The women pouted their fiery red lips in disappointment, feeling rejected by the imposing and intimidating man.

“What’s the point of being here if you’re not having any fun, handsome?” one of the hostesses persisted. “If you’re here, it’s because you want to have a good time. What’s the fun in turning down people left and right?”

“That’s enough!” Abel cut in, his face stern and unyielding.

The two women looked at each other, exchanging perplexed glances. Was there really a man who didn’t like women?

“I said get out!” Abel repeated, his tone growing sharper. “Don’t you understand?”

Finally realizing Abel was serious, the two women turned their pitiful gazes toward Adrien.

“Mr. Adrien, are you serious?”

Adrien waved his hand, “Just let them go, you’re not their type.”

The two hostesses pouted and huffed before swaying their hips out of the room.

Adrien gestured towards the sofa, “Abel, Emmett, please have a seat.”

Abel took Emmeline’s hand and they settled onto the couch.

“Emmett,” Adrien lifted a single panda eye towards her, “you’re still just a kid, so no alcohol for you. Help yourself to the fruit juices and drinks, and if there’s not enough, I’ll get more.”

Emmeline nodded obediently, “Okay, thank you, Mr. Adrien.”

“Good boy!” Adrien took the opportunity to rub her small head.

Emmeline suffered a loss, unable to resist, just glaring fiercely at Adrien.

Adrien hid his face behind the wine glass and winked at her proudly.

Abel pulled Emmeline over.

“Adrien, just drink if you want to, don’t be so unpleasant!”

“Stingy!” Adrien pouted, “I just think Emmett is cute.”

Abel gave him a sharp look and then pulled Emmeline closer to him, “Emmett, stay away from this guy.”

“Look at what Abel said,” Adrien chuckled. “I just like Emmett, I’m not trying to steal him away or anything.”

“Better not,” Abel said with a cold expression. “Otherwise, there won’t be any brotherly love left between us.”

“Emmett, did you hear that?” Adrien smiled at Emmeline. “Abel would turn against his own brother for someone else.”

“That’s just Mr. Ryker joking around,” Emmeline said. “How could anyone compare to a brother by blood?”

“This guy is ruthless,” Adrien looked at Abel’s handsome face. “Am I right, Abel?”

Abel gave him a cold glance and took a sip of his drink, ignoring him.

“But I don’t understand,” Adrien continued. “I can see why you protect Emmeline, she’s your wife after all, but Emmett is like a brother to all of us. You can’t be so possessive, Abel.”

“Who said Emmett is like a brother to all of us?” Abel raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “Adrien, are you dreaming?”

“Could it be that you have a thing for this little guy?” Adrien asked. “Is he more important to you than Emmeline?”