Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 148

Chapter 148 I Can Beat You Up

"You sound like you're jealous. Well, if you're jealous, why don't you give Alana a call and whisper sweet nothings to her? Don't worry, I won't be jealous!"

Abel leaned close to her and tossed her on the bed.

"Are you challenging me?"

"I'm not!" Emmeline yelled. "Keep your hands to yourself!"

"I think you're inviting me to do otherwise!" Abel had already pinned her down, and he was leaning down on her.

Emmeline continued to struggle. "Watch it! Don't make me beat you up!"

"Do you think you can beat me up? You can try!" Abel cackled.

Abel's breath tickled Emmeline's ears. "You shameless, despicable wretch!"

Before she could do anything, Abel clamped her wrists and kissed her lips.

"Mmh." Emmeline could not breathe.

That was as far as Abel wanted to go. He got up and released her.

He was only teasing her and was not going to violate her.

Emmeline was blushing intensely. She thought he would…

"Why, are you disappointed?" Abel looked at her and grinned. "Shall we proceed with the real thing?"

"Get lost!" Emmeline jumped off the bed and struck a fighting stance. "I'll really fight you if it comes to that!"

"Heheh, I'm afraid you're not my match on or off the bed."

"Hmph!" Emmeline snorted. She sat down on the sofa and ignored him.



She dared not speak to him.

Abel sat down on the sofa next to her, opened a pack of animal cookies, and ate two pieces.

this is actually not

tossed another pack to Emmeline.

the pack of cookies and ate one. Oh,

while occasionally taking

ten o'clock, they

yawned. "I'm

and sleep then," Abel said while clearing up the trash on the coffee table. "Who's

was reserved. "Well…

up, tossed the trash away, and went into

minutes later, he came out

covered by a white towel. His sculpted chest and

a beat, and

Abel said. He picked up a cigarette on the coffee table

to be flustered. She quickly ran into the bathroom, closed the door,

was still

so ottroctive. I wish I could pounce on him ond lick

won't octuolly do it. Sigh,

in thought, she occidentolly slipped ond

hissed

the bothroom ond yelled, "Emmo! Are you

in," Abel hod olreody opened

wos stunned by

noked on the floor. Her foir skin wos fointly

"Emmo, ore… ore

twisted her

I didn't dry the floor ofter my shower," Abel

wropped Emmeline up, brought her out

does it hurt? Let

Abel seemed very concerned.

my bock, ond my butt. Ah,

the towel

hod olreody formed on her

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