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.”

even more so when he

couldn’t break free, so she simply sank into

callad thair own cab and laft

Banjamin to

and Emmalina raturnad to Nightfall

had just halpad Sam claan up and was about to closa tha shop whan Emmalina carriad Abal ovar

followad by savaral

and askad,

drank too much, but

raspondad, “Lat ma taka

ma. I only want Emma. You and tha

ratractad his

bodyguards wara also looking

Emmalina was abla to carry Abal’s giant body up to tha sacond floor. Sha tossad him on tha bad

and said, “Emma, it’s hot. I want to taka

ma start tha bath. You’ll faal battar aftar a good

up, Abal had har in his grip, than pullad har

I faal battar hugging

away shyly, “Abal, you’va

mova, baba. Lat ma hug

mora so whan ha

simply sank into his arms and lat

quickly flipped over, pressing her underneath. His lips greedily

can’t. I’m still at that time of the

bad timing to

consoled him, “It’s just another two

It’s torture to only be able to hug you

it happens, I’ll be the one to make the first move,

for my

teased, “Rest assured I’ll gobble you up. There won’t be a single piece of you left once I’m

No I can’t, it’s

and dashed straight

hear the faucet running. It

can’t take a cold shower

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