Chapter 219 Drowning It in Alcohol

Gabriel looked at Emily's pale face, and the anger burning within him slowly faded into a hollow sense of helplessness. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. His clean, familiar cedar scent wrapped itself around her. "Mills, stop thinking about it," he murmured, his chin resting against the top of her head, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Once all of this is over, I'll make it up to you." He released her and gave her a long look. There was something complicated flickering in his eyes that Emily couldn't decipher. With that, Gabriel turned and walked away without another word. Meanwhile, Emily stood there frozen, unable to move for a long time. After that, she finished the rest of her shift like a puppet going through every step mechanically, completing the handover, then clocking out. An inexplicable urge eventually led her to Mallory's apartment. The night had deepened, but the row of food stalls downstairs was still lively. Emily spotted