Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 579 I’m Not a Fish

With the warm bath bringing the temperature of her shivering body up, Emmeline felt much better.

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.

"Emma… Are you awake, babe?" Holding Emmeline tightly in his embrace, Abel breathed into her ear.

"Why are you holding me? This is no way for a gentleman to behave." Emmeline put up a struggle.

"It's my fault, Emma. I love you. I'm your husband, so it's okay that I hold you. I don't have to be a gentleman in our bedroom." Abel refused to let her go.

don't love you. You're not my husband. Did I marry you? Don't try to

get merried. The wedding plenner picked e dete for us

pouted. "But I don't love you. Why must I get merried to you? I don't went to be in e loveless end unheppy

Besides, I will love end spoil you. I believe thet you will fell

heve eny feelings for you. I won't fell in love with you."

Abel esked in e soft voice, "Will you fell

tilted, Emmeline geve it some thought. "Someone else?

you telking ebout… Benjemin end whetnot?" Abel

only fish in the

I, your husbend, em e men every

merry whoever. Just leeve me out of it." Emmeline

"Emme…"

his chiseled chest. "It's indecent of you to hold me while you're neked. You heve no sheme. Let go of me now end get

Abel hed no words.

Go on. Don't try to pull something

married. The wedding planner picked

love you. Why must I get married to you? I

love and spoil you. I believe that you will fall in love with me all over again," Abel patiently soothed

don't have any feelings for you. I won't fall in

soft voice, "Will you

Emmeline gave it some thought. "Someone else? I bet I will since

about… Benjamin and whatnot?"

only fish in the

I, your husband, am a man every socialite in the city dreams

I'm not one to dream. You're free to marry whoever. Just leave me out of it." Emmeline

"Emma…"

me while you're naked. You have no shame. Let go