The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1442 I Want You

Abel parked the car in the parking space downstairs and checked his watch. It was already 10:30PM, but the lights were still on in Emmeline’s bedroom above.

Abel sent her a message. Rest early, my dear. Call me if you need anything”

Emmeline replied. You should sleep early too. Love you!

Abel replied, “Good girl. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

However, the lights in her bedroom were still on at 11:30PM, so Abel sent another message. Are you asleep, my dear?

She replied, “Not yet, I’m preparing for class.

He typed back, ‘Go to sleep, don’t work too hard.

She answered, ‘Okay. Goodnight.”

However, when it was already midnight, the lights were still on.

He sent another message. You’re still not asleep?”

She typed. How did you know?

He said, Just guessing.

Emmeline fell silent. Abel reclined the seat before leaning his head back on the headrest and sighed deeply with his eyes closed.

He was planning to spend the night in the car like this, but the passenger door opened suddenly, and before he could recover, Emmeline had already climbed inside. She was wearing a camisole and was

barefooted.

She crawled over the passenger seat and straddled him, then embraced his neck and kissed his gold lips while he was still in a daze. A wave of heat rushed through him as he realized that Emma had guessed that he was downstairs and had come to find him. He hugged her tightly and passionately, kissing her for the first time that night.

“Abel- Emmeline whispered within his arms, her breath quickening.

“Emma–Abel felt like he was about to explode.

She could feel his intense desire as well.

“Emma, geroff!” He released her arms and weakly pushed her off.

“Abel- Her cheeks turned crimson, and her gaze turned hazy, “I want you.”

“No, get down!” He gasped. “Emma, get down now!”

Emmeline looked at him intently, then silently turned toward the passenger seat while Abel opened the driver’s door and got out of the car. The cold night breeze blew onto his body, gradually cooling him. down, and he lowered his head and lit a cigarelle.

Meanwhile, Emmeline returned to her upstairs bedroom, longing for Abel’s embrace. She had really. wanted to give herself to him just now, but neither of them dared to do anything.

Abel spent the night in the car like that, while Emmeline tossed and turned all night, barely lasting until 6:00AM, which was when Maxwell woke up. Emmeline quickly got up, tidied herself, and went to the master bedroom to check on her mother, who was fine. She then hurriedly ran downstairs.

Maxwell called out in the hallway, “Emma, aren’t you having breakfast?”

“I’m not eating! Emmeline replied. “My guest from yesterday is still waiting for me!”

In the car, Abel embraced her and gently caressed her check. The swelling on her cheek had subsided, leaving only a faint blush.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked her tenderly, his heart filled with concern. The two slaps from her mother felt like a blow to his heart. If someone else had slapped her, Abel would have taken action yesterday, even if it was Mr. Louise. However, it was her mother who had struck Emmeline, so Abel could only bear the pain.

“I’m fine now.” Emmeline quickly perked his lips. “Hurry back, I still need to freshen up!”

Abel held the back of her head, deepening the kiss forcefully before looking up and smiling. “The way we are now, we might as well clope!”

Emmeline’s eyes fluttered shyly and coquettishly. It’s all because of you!”

Back at their home in the company, Emmeline quickly freshened up.

While changing clothes, she suddenly noticed a silver hairpin on the floor next to the bed. She picked it up and furrowed her brows, wondering who it belonged to since she never wore hair accessories, let alone bought these little trinkets.

Just as she was about to ask Abel, he said, “Emma, come have pasta for breakfast.

Emmeline replied in assent and put the hairpin in her handbag. It was obvious that another woman had been here yesterday, but Abel had gone for pasta with Dylan last night and then returned to Aliney Steel. So, whose hairpin was this?

Emmeline absentmindedly ate her breakfast and asked softly, “Was it just Mr. Carson yesterday?”

Abel was taken aback, suddenly recalling Alana Lane.

Why would Emma suddenly ask such a question?

Instinctively, he let out a vague humming sound, and Emmeline didn’t say anything more.

“What’s wrong?” Abel looked at her face, feeling somewhat guilty. He didn’t want to hide anything from her, but explaining would be complicated.

“It’s nothing. Emmeline answered lightly. “Let’s call