Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

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With the warm bath bringing the temperature of her shivering body up, Emmeline felt much better.

Her heart raced especially when her bare flesh came in contact with Abel's scorching but firm pecs.

Come to think of it, Abel was in his birthday suit too.

It was hard to keep her eyes closed as her eyelids were giving her away.

Emmeline had to slowly come to.

"Where am I? What happened?"

Abel caught a whiff of a strong stench of paprika when Emmeline opened her mouth.

Abel furrowed his brows.

What did it taste like when I took Worryfree again?

I don't remember much of it.

I don't recall the smell of smoked paprika though.

Sigh. Waylon is peculiar to come up with some type of drug. Even the taste and smell were unique.

"Emma… Are you awake, babe?" Holding Emmeline tightly in his embrace, Abel breathed into her ear.

"Why are you holding me? This is no way for a gentleman to behave." Emmeline put up a struggle.

"It's my fault, Emma. I love you. I'm your husband, so it's okay that I hold you. I don't have to be a gentleman in our bedroom." Abel refused to let her go.

"But I don't love you. You're not my husband. Did I marry you? Don't try to take advantage of me when I'm most vulnerable." Emmeline pulled a straight face.

Abel answered, "We will soon get married. The wedding planner picked a date for us last month, and it's not long now."

Emmeline pouted. "But I don't love you. Why must I get married to you? I don't want to be in a loveless and unhappy marriage!"

"We get along well. Besides, I will love and spoil you. I believe that you will fall in love with me all over again," Abel patiently soothed her.

"Not necessarily. I don't have any feelings for you. I won't fall in love with you." Emmeline shook her head.

Feeling less than confident, Abel asked in a soft voice, "Will you fall for someone else then?"

With her head tilted, Emmeline gave it some thought. "Someone else? I bet I will since I'm surrounded by amazing men."

"Are you talking about… Benjamin and whatnot?" Abel cautiously inquired.

"Yeah. You're not the only fish in the sea."

Abel scowled. "I'm not a fish. I, your husband, am a man every socialite in the city dreams of marrying."

"But I'm not one to dream. You're free to marry whoever. Just leave me out of it." Emmeline pursed her lips.

"Emma…"

Emmeline put her finger up his chiseled chest. "It's indecent of you to hold me while you're naked. You have no shame. Let go of me now and get out!"

Abel had no words.

"Get out. Go on. Don't try to pull something on me." Emmeline pushed him out.

Abel put his hand behind the back of her head to pull her close for a passionate kiss.

Emmeline raised her hand to hit him and cried, "Mgh! Hmph! You perv! Thug!"