Chapter 100 Relationship

Arthur froze. Then, he turned around to find a tall man standing behind him, radiating a sharp, dominating presence. The man's features were striking—almost aggressive even in their perfection—and his eyes were locked on his hand resting on Emily's arm. The man's look carried the weight of a blade, as if it could sever Arthur's hand where it touched Emily's. Naturally, it was none other than Gabriel. Instinctively, Arthur let go of Emily. Then, without so much as a glance at Arthur, Gabriel strode straight to Emily's side. Through the haze of drunkenness, Emily caught the familiar cedar scent—one she both loved and hated. She tilted her head up, gaze unfocused as she looked at Gabriel. "Gabriel…" she murmured, her voice roughened by the haze of alcohol. Gabriel didn't respond. Instead, he simply bent down, slid his arm beneath her knees and back, and effortlessly lifted her into his arms. Emily's head rested against his solid chest, the alcohol numbing her senses enough to ke