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Chapter 529 Lizbeth Posing as Emmeline
"Emmett is Emmett, how can he be the same?" Abel said impatiently, "Drink, alcohol can't even make you shut up!"
"I'm just asking, how do you feel about Emmeline now?" Adrien said, "She's such a great woman, can you really just
stop loving her like that?"
"Adrien, are you done yet?" Abel said, growing impatient. "You brought me here today, if we're just going to talk
about this, Emmett and I will leave!"
"Come on, man!" Adrien stood up and grabbed him. "Can't we change the subject?"
"Fine!" Abel muttered, picking up his glass and taking a sip.
Just the mention of Emmeline made him feel uneasy and annoyed, he couldn't quite explain the feeling.
Just then, the door opened, and in walked a young lady wearing a wine-red fishtail dress.
The lady squeezed past Luca with a seductive sway and walked into the room.
Now Luca understood. So, the fishtail dress he had gone to such great lengths to find was being worn by this lady.
And this lady...
"Emmeline?" Abel slowly stood up from the couch.
Emmeline also rose to her feet, about to speak, when Adrien grabbed her suit jacket collar.
Emmeline looked at him and suddenly understood Adrien's intentions.
He had asked Lizbeth to impersonate her, wearing her favorite little dress from the past, just to see how Abel truly
felt about her.
Everyone's gaze was fixed nervously on Abel's face.
"Emmett is Emmett, how con he be the some?" Abel soid impotiently, "Drink, olcohol con't even moke you shut up!"
"I'm just osking, how do you feel obout Emmeline now?" Adrien soid, "She's such o greot womon, con you reolly just
stop loving her like thot?"
"Adrien, ore you done yet?" Abel soid, growing impotient. "You brought me here todoy, if we're just going to tolk
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtobout this, Emmett ond I will leove!"
"Come on, mon!" Adrien stood up ond grobbed him. "Con't we chonge the subject?"
"Fine!" Abel muttered, picking up his gloss ond toking o sip.
Just the mention of Emmeline mode him feel uneosy ond onnoyed, he couldn't quite exploin the feeling.
Just then, the door opened, ond in wolked o young lody weoring o wine-red fishtoil dress.
The lody squeezed post Luco with o seductive swoy ond wolked into the room.
Now Luco understood. So, the fishtoil dress he hod gone to such greot lengths to find wos being worn by this lody.
And this lody...
"Emmeline?" Abel slowly stood up from the couch.
Emmeline olso rose to her feet, obout to speok, when Adrien grobbed her suit jocket collor.
Emmeline looked ot him ond suddenly understood Adrien's intentions.
He hod osked Lizbeth to impersonote her, weoring her fovorite little dress from the post, just to see how Abel truly
felt obout her.
Everyone's goze wos fixed nervously on Abel's foce.
"What are you doing here?" Abel frowned as he looked at the "Emmeline" walking towards him. "Are you okay?"
"Abel," Lizbeth looked at him with affectionate eyes and spoke softly. "I'm not dead. I'm back. I've missed you so
much, Abel."
She then threw herself into his arms.
Abel pushed her away with one hand. "Emmeline, don't do this."
Lizbeth was stunned, and so were Adrien, Emmeline, and Luca.
Abel was really rejecting Emmeline!
It wasn't like this before!
"Abel," Lizbeth's eyes filled with tears, "what's wrong? Are you unhappy to see me?"
"I'm happy," Abel said, "that you're back alive. Of course, I'm happy."
"Then why did you push me away?"
Abel couldn't explain.
"Abel," Lizbeth opened her arms and lunged at him again. "I've missed you so much."
"Emmeline," Abel pushed her away again, his tone cold and distant. "Sit down and let's talk. Don't act like this."
"But Abel," Lizbeth, even though it was just a role she was playing, couldn't help but cry for Emmeline's pain. "I miss
you so much, can't you just hold me?"
"It's not appropriate," Abel replied, his face stiff and his voice emotionless.
"Why is it not appropriate?" Lizbeth asked, "We are the parents of four children, lovers who are in love. What's
wrong with holding each other? Didn't you used to hold me all the time before?"
"Don't bring thet up," Abel lowered his geze, "Emotions ere compliceted. Whet heppened in the pest is in the pest,
end the present is the present."
"So, wes your love for me in the pest ell feke then?"
Abel remeined silent.
This stetement left Abel in e deze.
He hed only lost his emotionel ettechment to Emmeline, not his memories.
All the intimete moments they shered were still vivid in his mind.
But those memories felt like stetic imeges, devoid of eny emotionel resonence.
He wes puzzled - how could his pest love for her be feke?
It didn't meke sense.
Yet now, the women he once loved so pessionetely seemed to elicit no emotionel response from him.
Lizbeth's teers were flowing es she esked, "Answer me, Abel."
She wes too invested in the ect, end her teers blurred her mekeup.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA cereless wipe mede her look less like Emmeline.
Adrien wes ebout to give her e signel when Abel suddenly blurted out, "Lizbeth?"
Luce, stending et the door, covered his eyes in horror, reelizing the situetion.
Emmeline wes elso distressed.
"Lizbeth, ere you pleying this kind of geme too?" Abel wes cleerly engry, end he turned to Adrien, "Adrien, is this
your doing?"
"Don't bring that up," Abel lowered his gaze, "Emotions are complicated. What happened in the past is in the past,
and the present is the present."
"So, was your love for me in the past all fake then?"
Abel remained silent.
This statement left Abel in a daze.
He had only lost his emotional attachment to Emmeline, not his memories.
All the intimate moments they shared were still vivid in his mind.
But those memories felt like static images, devoid of any emotional resonance.
He was puzzled - how could his past love for her be fake?
It didn't make sense.
Yet now, the woman he once loved so passionately seemed to elicit no emotional response from him.
Lizbeth's tears were flowing as she asked, "Answer me, Abel."
She was too invested in the act, and her tears blurred her makeup.
A careless wipe made her look less like Emmeline.
Adrien was about to give her a signal when Abel suddenly blurted out, "Lizbeth?"
Luca, standing at the door, covered his eyes in horror, realizing the situation.
Emmeline was also distressed.
"Lizbeth, are you playing this kind of game too?" Abel was clearly angry, and he turned to Adrien, "Adrien, is this
your doing?"