“Sure. Go on.” Emmeline nodded her head.

Turning on her heel, Sam ran downstairs.

“Open the door, Emma. It’s not that I don’t love you. I didn’t know I had fallen in love with you all over again. Open the door, Emma. I love you!” Abel pounded on the door as he cried.

“Clank.” Sam unlatched the burglar-proof door.

Staggering into the house, Abel had to take a couple of steps to steady himself.

“Where’s Emma?” He was drenched from head to toe.

Surprised to see Abel soaking, Sam urgently uttered, “Ms. Louise is upstairs. She’s wet too. Go and check on her.”

Before Sam could finish talking, Abel zipped past and dashed up the stairs.

He quickly made it to the second floor and pushed open Emmeline’s bedroom door.

Emmeline was down on the sofa, unconscious.

A paper bag strayed on the floor while a glass dropped to the ground.

It appeared she had taken something.

“Emma!”

Abel freaked out. He rushed over and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t scare me! What did you take?”

Sam burst through the door and got the scare of her life too.

“What did you take, Ms. Louise? Ms. Louise, please don’t do anything stupid.”

“Wake up, Emma. Wake up! Why are you so silly? Can’t you wait for me to fall in love with you? I have already though, Emma. Please wake up!”

Sam got the story straight. Ms. Louise probably thought Abel did not love her anymore.

Ms. Louise must have taken something for her broken heart.

Sam got down on one knee to pick up the paper bag. One look was all it took to wash the color off her face. She blurted, “Worryfree!”

Abel was stunned. What?

Worryfree?

Did Emme take Worryfree?

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

Abel panicked for real. He just realized he had fallen in love with Emmeline again, only for her to drown her sorrows in the Worryfree drug.

Now that he loved Emmeline, was Emmeline going to open her eyes and stop loving him?

Jesus Christ. What the hell just happened?

“Emma! How can you do this? I love you! I love you! Wake up!” Abel was devastated.

Sam’s blood ran cold. How did things end up like this?

She stiffly picked up the glass and brought it close to her nose for a whiff.

It was a heavy stench of… smoked paprika.

Sam took another sniff.

Waylon was indeed a creative guy. Worryfree smelled like paprika.

It was the smell of Mom’s cooking.

“Ms. Louise, why couldn’t you wait and give Mr. Abel a little more time? He found his feelings for you again. He loves you. What about you? Ms. Louise, you make us worry,” Sam wept.

Abel held the soaked Emmeline and sobbed, “Emma, it’s all my fault. I should’ve realized sooner that my heart belongs to you. This wouldn’t have happened. I love you, but it’s too late. You took Worryfree. What am I supposed to do? Are you going to fall in love with someone else? Emma, you’re killing me…”

Sam wailed, “Mr. Abel, there’s no point crying over spilled milk. I’ll run a bath for Ms. Louise before she catches a cold.”

“Okay. Okay.” Abel was drenched and cold too.

“You’re right. We should give Emma a nice hot bath.”

“I’ll run the water.” Sam wiped her tears and went into the bathroom.

It did not take Sam long to draw the bath. She emerged from the bathroom, wiping her tears.

“I’ll take it from here. Go and make Emmeline something hot.” Abel picked Emmeline up.

“Alright, Mr. Abel.” Sam proceeded to the kitchen as she dried her eyes.

Abel carried Emmeline into the bathroom and removed his and her clothes.

He then carried her into the tub.