At Celestial Estates, around noon, Edward turned to Emily. "Emily, we had a bet before, and now three days have passed. I'm still safe and sound. Aren't you supposed to fulfill your promise?" He hesitated before finally bringing up the matter.
"Mr. Cole, there's no need to rush. Isn't there still half a day left?" Emily replied calmly.
Edward took a sip of coffee and smiled. "Emily, you don't actually believe that little con artist, do you?"
He found it somewhat amusing. "I've practiced martial arts for years. I know my body better than anyone. Look at me now—do I look sick?"
Emily smiled slightly but insisted, "I don't know if you look sick, but I trust Gabriel's judgment."
"Well, I have no idea what kind of spell that little con artist cast on you to make you trust him so much," Edw
