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.

tightly in his embrace, Abel breathed into

for a gentleman

it’s okay that I hold you. I don’t have to be a

husband. Did I marry you? Don’t try to take

married. The wedding planner picked a date for us last month, and it’s

get married to you? I don’t want to be in

that you will fall in love with me

for you. I won’t

Abel asked in a soft voice, “Will you fall for

it some thought. “Someone else? I bet I will

talking about… Benjamin and whatnot?” Abel cautiously

You’re not the only fish in

husband, am a man every socialite

whoever. Just leave me out of it.”

“Emma…”

of you to hold me

Abel had no words.

Don’t try to pull something

her

hit him and cried, “Mgh! Hmph!

the kiss, nearly sucking all the air out of