The Quadruplets Are Mine?

In the darkness, Abel stood silently next to the large bed, dressed in a black nightgown, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow.

Emmeline lay curled up under the blanket, her small face turned to the side.

Abel approached slowly, and it seemed like he noticed tears in the corners of her eyes.

He lowered his head, raised a finger, and gently brushed it against her cheek.

His fingertips felt cool and damp.

She had indeed fallen asleep with tears in her eyes.

Abel's heart tightened, "Emma..."

Emmeline stirred slightly, speaking dreamily, "Hubby..."

Abel held his breath.

He prayed that Emmeline wouldn't suddenly open her eyes.

His hellish and demonic appearance would become her nightmare.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds...

Gradually, Emmeline fell back into a deep sleep, breathing steadily.

Abel bowed his head, kissed her hair, and quietly left.

The following morning, Emmeline woke up.

During the night, she had a dream. In her dream, she saw Abel leaning over the bed, gazing at her affectionately.

He wiped away her tears and tucked her in.

Finally, he kissed her.

But in her slumber, his face suddenly transformed from its handsome and charming appearance into a ferocious ghost-like visage.

She woke up startled, drenched in cold sweat from the fright.

"Hubby, you won't become like that, will you?" Emmeline whispered.

But they say dreams were often reversed. Abel would not turn into what she saw in her dreams. Besides, Waylon was there to cure him. And if something bad happened, she could cure him too since her medical skills were as good as Waylon's.
In the darkness, Abel stood silently next to the large bed, dressed in a black nightgown, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow.

With these thoughts, Emmeline managed to calm herself down. She washed up and headed downstairs to make breakfast.

To her surprise, Waylon and Kendra were already busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast that was now laid out on the dining table.

Emmeline prepared a tray with a bowl of porridge, buns, and a few side dishes. She carried it to the study, where Abel had already finished washing up and was standing by the window, smoking a cigarette. It was a rare sight, as he seldom smoked, but being alone in the study made him incredibly bored.

"Knock! Knock!" Emmeline knocked on the door, her voice gentle. "Abel, breakfast is ready."

Upon hearing Emmeline's voice, Abel's heart stirred. The image of her sleeping with tears in her eyes from the previous night flashed through his mind once more. It was almost irresistible, the desire to open the door and embrace his beloved woman in his arms was strong. But the image of himself in that terrifying state held him back.

While washing up just now, Abel realized that he was worthy of the title "devil from hell."

He wore a black bathrobe stained with blood, both on his body and face. Only his eyes remained clear and piercing, emanating a chilling aura. In this state, not even Emmeline would be able to bear witness it without fear.

"Put it there." Abel's voice was low and devoid of emotions as he replied.

"Hubby, are you feeling any better?" Emmeline asked gently.

"You don't need to ask about me. I'll recover in a few days."