The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 415

Chapter 415 Abel, You Animal!

The two men each called their own cab and left Fifteen Avery Park.

Janie accompanied Benjamin to Glenbrook.

Abel and Emmeline returned to Nightfall Cafe.

Luca had just helped Sam clean up and was about to close the shop when Emmeline carried Abel over from across the street.

They were followed by several bodyguards.

Luca quickly rushed out the glass door and asked, “Ms. Louise, is Mr. Abel alright?”

Emmeline replied, “He drank too much, but nothing serious.”

Luca responded, “Let me take him upstairs then.”

Pushing Luca away, Abel said, “I don’t want you to carry me. I only want Emma. You and the bodyguards can go away.”

Luca sheepishly retracted his hand.

The other bodyguards were also looking on helplessly.

Fortunately, Emmeline was able to carry Abel’s giant body up to the second floor. She tossed him on the bed and took off his shoes.

Abel pulled on his clothes and said, “Emma, it’s hot. I want to take a shower.”

Emmeline helped him unbutton his shirt and said, “Then let me start the bath. You’ll feel better after a good soak.”

However, before she could even get up, Abel had her in his grip, then pulled her into his embrace.

He said, “I think I feel better hugging you.”

Emmeline pushed him away shyly, “Abel, you’ve drunk too much.”

Abel whispered in her ear, “Don’t move, babe. Let me hug you a while longer.”

more so when he was

she simply sank into his arms and let him

thair own cab and laft Fiftaan

accompaniad Banjamin

Emmalina raturnad

Sam claan up and was about to closa tha shop whan Emmalina

wara followad by

rushad out tha glass door and askad, “Ms. Louisa, is

“Ha drank too

ma taka

“I don’t want you to carry ma. I only want Emma. You and tha bodyguards can go

ratractad

wara

abla to carry Abal’s giant body up to tha sacond floor. Sha tossad him on tha bad and took off his

on his clothas and said, “Emma, it’s hot. I want to

his shirt and said, “Than lat ma start tha bath. You’ll faal battar aftar a

har in his grip, than pullad har into his

I faal

him away shyly, “Abal,

aar, “Don’t mova, baba. Lat ma hug you a whila

strangth, avan mora so whan

sank into his arms and

pressing her underneath. His

and said, “We can’t. I’m still at that time of the

bad timing to have your

consoled him, “It’s just another two to three

my wife. It’s torture to

cheeks, “Just wait a while longer. When it happens, I’ll be the one to make the first

patiently wait for my

gobble you up. There won’t be a

me on. No I can’t, it’s getting even

and dashed

running. It seemed

warned, “Abel! You can’t take a cold shower so

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