The Quadruplets Are Mine?

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.

awake, babe?” Holding Emmeline tightly in his embrace, Abel

no way for a gentleman

I’m your husband, so it’s okay that I hold you. I don’t have to be a gentleman in

marry you? Don’t try to take advantage of me when I’m most

soon get married. The wedding planner picked a date for us last

pouted. “But I don’t love you. Why must I get married to you? I

love and spoil you. I believe that you will fall in love with

I don’t have any feelings for you. I

less than confident, Abel asked in a soft voice,

gave it some thought. “Someone else? I

you talking about… Benjamin

only fish

I, your husband, am a man every socialite in

not one to dream. You’re free to marry whoever. Just leave me out of it.” Emmeline pursed her

“Emma…”

hold me while you’re naked. You have no shame. Let go of me now and

Abel had no words.

out. Go on. Don’t try to pull something

back of her head to

hit him and cried, “Mgh! Hmph! You

scare Abel as he deepened the kiss, nearly sucking all the air out