The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Emmeline giggled. “Hey, Abel. Why are you nervous? I won’t eat you!”

“You don’t have that gut either.” Abel took off his pajamas and lay on the bed shirtless.

Emmeline gulped when she saw his muscular back.

My hubby is attractive!

However, seeing that his back had fine scratches, Emmeline felt distressed. She could not help but reach to stroke his back gently.

Abel trembled as if stung by a scorpion and shouted, “What are you doing? Don’t take advantage of me!”

“I didn’t!” Emmeline sniffled. “I just feel distressed to see you hurt.”

Abel glanced back at Emmeline, then saw her reddish eyes.

“I’m fine. These injuries are nothing.”

“Do you still hurt?” Emmeline asked softly.

feel tingles when I take

the ointment.” Emmeline took out a cotton

comfortable. His vigilance toward Emmeline also decreased. But later, he felt a pain

remembered that Emmeline was a medical expert, but it was too late. He

his teeth. “What did you do

him over. She lay next

sleep with you tonight. You must not agree. I

limply. He could only move his mouth. “How

of my children.” Emmeline pinched his nose and giggled. “What am I afraid of? It’s a good way to pursue my husband, not mean or

admit defeat. “I bet

if I don’t touch a handsome man like you.

Abel was pissed off.

you. You’d better not mess with

“You can’t move now. If I don’t help

deliberately let out a breath as if

around!”