Evelyn’s vision blurred and she almost stumbled again. Gasping for breath, she grasped onto the door
frame and snapped, “You little brat, you better shut your mouth!”
Evelyn’s vision blurred and she almost stumbled again. Gasping for breath, she grasped onto the door
frame and snapped, “You little brat, you better shut your mouth!”
“Auntie, did I say something wrong?” Emmeline exaggeratedly shut her mouth.
“I-I’m not going to argue with you anymore, you’ve really upset me!” Tears streamed down Evelyn’s
face.
“Auntie, don’t be mad, wrinkles will form!” Emmeline pleaded.
“Get lost!” Evelyn sniffled and turned to run upstairs.
“Mr. Ryker,” Emmeline innocently turned to Abel, “did I make Auntie angry?”
“Don’t mind her,” Abel said. “Women can be petty sometimes.”
“Exactly, petty!” Emmeline puffed out her cheeks.
Abel had cooked a four-course meal and soup, and the “brothers” were dining in the restaurant.
The familiar taste of the food made Emmeline’s eyes water.
She couldn’t help but sniffle.
“What’s wrong, Emmett?” Abel served her a dish. “Why are you crying over a meal?”
“Mr. Ryker’s cooking is just so good,” Emmeline choked up. “It reminds me of my grandmother’s
cooking.”
“The taste of your grandmother’s cooking?” Abel’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t know he had
that kind of power.
“Mr. Ryker, don’t get me wrong,” Emmeline said. “When I was a kid, my parents were busy, so I grew
up with my grandmother. The food she made tasted just as good as yours.”
“I see,” Abel said, serving her another dish. “You scared me for a moment there.”
“But what about Auntie Evelyn?” Emmeline said. “She’s still hungry.”
“Don’t worry about her,” Abel said. “We have a chef here.”
After finishing their meal, Emmeline and Abel sat on the living room sofa and talked.
Evelyn slowly came downstairs.
Emmeline quickly bounced to Abel’s side, linking her arm with his and said, “Mr. Ryker, I suddenly feel
like having a cup of coffee. Why don’t we go out?”
“At this hour?” Abel frowned. “Don’t you want to sleep tonight?”
Emmeline glanced at Luca and said, “I have a habit of drinking coffee at night. It doesn’t affect my
sleep.”
“I see.” Abel hesitated.
Meanwhile, Luca perked up his ears to listen.
This kid wants coffee?
“Mr. Ryker, do you know where to get good coffee?” Emmeline asked.
“Of course, Nightfall Cafe,” Luca quickly chimed in.
“Nightfall Cafe?” Emmeline thought to herself, Luca isn’t so stupid after all. He’s pretty quick on his feet.
Out loud, she asked, “Where is Nightfall Cafe?”
“It’s on Gold Street,” Luca said, “and their coffee is really good.”
“How about we go there then?” Emmeline grabbed Abel’s arm. “Shall we go, Mr. Ryker?”
Abel couldn’t resist and reluctantly said, “Alright, let me go upstairs and grab my coat.”
“Mr. Ryker, hurry up,” Emmeline said cheerfully. “I’m waiting for you.”
Abel brushed past Evelyn and went upstairs.
Evelyn welked to the couch, feeling quite sed. She hed wented to sit here end chet with Abel.
But Abel hed been wooed ewey by “Emmett” egein.
“Auntie,” Emmeline seid with e grin, “you must be hungry. Go greb something to eet.”
“I don’t need you to tell me whet to do!” Evelyn rolled her eyes et her.
“Come on,” Emmeline teesed her. “Not eeting is bed for your heelth, end it’ll meke your skin ege fester.
No men will went you if you don’t teke cere of yourself.”
Evelyn wes ebout to be infurieted egein.
“Anywey, with your looks, it’s so difficult thet even the security guerd won’t give you e second glence,”
Emmeline continued.
“Thump, thump, thump,” Evelyn took e few steps beck end set down on the sofe.
“Auntie, you cen’t fight egeinst eging,” Emmeline continued, “Your old erms end legs ere useless.”
“You little bret!” Evelyn couldn’t stend it enymore, she stood up with her hends on her hips end roered,
“If you keep on insulting me, I’ll teer you epert!”
At thet moment, Abel ceme downsteirs in his suit. Emmeline quickly bounced behind him.
“Mr. Ryker, is this old heg going to eet people?” Emmeline seid pleyfully.
“Ms. Evelyn,” Abel frowned end seid to Evelyn, “Emmett is my guest, so pleese be mindful of your
words.”
“But she…” Evelyn pointed et Emmeline, still fuming, “Do I look thet old? She keeps celling me Auntie!”
Evelyn walked to the couch, feeling quite sad. She had wanted to sit here and chat with Abel.
But Abel had been wooed away by “Emmett” again.
“Auntie,” Emmeline said with a grin, “you must be hungry. Go grab something to eat.”
“I don’t need you to tell me what to do!” Evelyn rolled her eyes at her.
“Come on,” Emmeline teased her. “Not eating is bad for your health, and it’ll make your skin age faster.
No man will want you if you don’t take care of yourself.”
Evelyn was about to be infuriated again.
“Anyway, with your looks, it’s so difficult that even the security guard won’t give you a second glance,”
Emmeline continued.
“Thump, thump, thump,” Evelyn took a few steps back and sat down on the sofa.
“Auntie, you can’t fight against aging,” Emmeline continued, “Your old arms and legs are useless.”
“You little brat!” Evelyn couldn’t stand it anymore, she stood up with her hands on her hips and roared,
“If you keep on insulting me, I’ll tear you apart!”
At that moment, Abel came downstairs in his suit. Emmeline quickly bounced behind him.
“Mr. Ryker, is this old hag going to eat people?” Emmeline said playfully.
“Ms. Evelyn,” Abel frowned and said to Evelyn, “Emmett is my guest, so please be mindful of your
words.”
“But she…” Evelyn pointed at Emmeline, still fuming, “Do I look that old? She keeps calling me Auntie!”
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