Chapter 525: Chapter 526

Waylon sneezed twice in quick succession.

Who’s talking about me?

He wondered, using his intuition to deduce that it was probably his beloved Emmeline.

After he and his father had patched up the little troublemaker and sent her back to find Abel, Waylon knew that he was in for a scolding.

But he was ready for it. Let her yell, he thought to himself. Even if Abel had drunk the Worryfree, Waylon was powerless against fate.

Besides, Emmeline couldn’t really do much harm to him.

“Adrien,” Abel said, “if you’re really feeling down, I’ll go grab a drink with you. We’re brothers, and it’s been ages since we’ve had a drink together.”

“That works,” Adrien replied. “Let’s go to the Majestic Bar. It’s quieter over there.”

“Sounds good,” Abel nodded in agreement.

“I’ll meet you there at noon,” Adrien stood up and gave a wink to Emmeline. “Remember to bring Emmett along so you don’t have to worry about leaving him behind.”

“Of course,” Abel agreed, knowing that he wouldn’t want to be away from the little guy for even a moment.

He couldn’t help but feel a little disturbed by his own attachment to the child, but he couldn’t afford to ignore his feelings either.

“See you later,” Adrien waved to the two of them before striding off, looking effortlessly cool despite the dark circles under his eyes.

“Are you coming with me to the bar at noon?” Abel asked Emmeline.

Emmeline was curious about what Adrien was up to, so she nodded and replied, “Wherever Mr. Ryker goes, I’ll go.”

“Okay,” Abel agreed.

Meanwhile, Luca drove back to the Precipice at breakneck speed, his car speeding along like a bullet.

“Kendra, Kendra!” he called out as he climbed the stairs.

He needed Kendra’s help to find Emmeline’s clothes. Specifically, the sexy outfit she used to wear around Abel, the one that always caught his eye.

He had no idea what was considered sexy, and he certainly didn’t have the guts to look through her things himself.

He ran up to the second floor, but when he got to the nursery, the door was open and Kendra and her daughter were nowhere to be found.

“Kendra, Kendra, where are you?” Luca searched the entire second floor.

The cleaner heard Luca’s cries and approached him. “Kendra went out to buy groceries. She knows what Mr. Abel likes to eat.”

“How long ago did she leave?” Luca was getting anxious.

“Not long ago.”

“So she won’t be back for a while?”

“Definitely not. Can I help you with something?”

“You can’t help me,” Luca answered with a dejected tone.

The cleaners that Abel hired were all men, so how would they know which outfit Emmeline found sexy and liked to wear around Abel?

No way around it, Luca gritted his teeth and decided to find it himself.

Abel had mentioned that all of Emmeline’s clothes had been given to Kendra, but Kendra had refused to accept them and had moved them all to the guest room.

Luca went straight to the guest room, opened the closet, and began rummaging through the clothes.

The sexy outfit.

Luca realized that it must be a dress.

He thought women looked beautiful and sexy in dresses.

But which one was Emmeline’s favorite?

Luca took them out one by one and tried them on himself.

This one?

No, too long!

He hung it back up.

This one?

No, too loose.

He hung it back up.

Maybe this one?

Also no, too professional.

Oh dear, Luca was at a loss.

Which one would work?

Just then, fate smiled upon him and Kendra returned from her grocery run.

As soon as she climbed up the stairs, Kendra saw that the door to the guest room was open. Holding Quincy in her arms, she walked in and found Luca trying on Emmeline’s clothes, one by one.

Kendra was dumbfounded for a moment.

After three seconds of staring, she finally asked, “Luca, what’s wrong with you? Why are you trying on Ms. Emmeline’s clothes? Do you want to wear them?”

Luca turned around suddenly and saw Kendra as if he had found his savior.

“Kendra, you’re back! Please help me, I’m really in a bind here.”

“But you have to tell me,” Kendra said urgently, “what exactly do you want to do? You can’t fit into Ms.

Emmeline’s clothes.”

“Ew, no way! I’m not trying to wear them.”

“Then why are you trying them on?”