Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 817 What’s Wrong With Him?

Abel hugged her with one arm, kissed her on her lips, and handed the bouquet to her.

"This is for you. Do you like it?"

"This is so pretty! I love it!"

Emmeline took a deep whiff of the flowers and smiled.

"Did you just hire a new patissier?"

Abel hugged her, spun around, and put her down.

"No. He's from Avalan Mansion," Emmeline said.

Abel was surprised. "He's Adam's patissier?"

"That's right." Emmeline said. "At the birthday party, Lizbeth and I said that the dessert was delicious. Adam promised he'd send his patissier over some time later. I didn't expect it to be today."

"I see." Abel nodded. "As long as you like it."

"There should be no problem, right?" Emmeline asked.

She knew that Adam was a cunning character, and she had her reservations.

Abel smiled. "What can a patissier do?"

"That's good," Emmeline said and placed the flowers into the vase.

After dinner, Abel brought Emmeline for a walk in the hills behind the mansion.

It was already near the fall season, and the trees on the hill were filled with small red fruits.

The fruits were not edible, but they were a beautiful sight.

They walked along the path for half an hour before the temperature dropped, so Abel took Emmeline's hand and led her downhill.

Her sight had not fully recovered, and she could barely see anything when it was dark.

However, she was attracted by the beauty of the fruits. She pulled her hand away from Abel and went to pluck a few twigs to put in the vase at home. "Ow!" The thorns pricked her fingers.

Emmeline jerked her hand away. A drop of blood formed on her finger.

"You're so careless," Abel said with a frown. He took her finger and put it in his mouth.

After sucking it for a while and spitting the blood away, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Emmeline nodded. She seemed aggrieved.

Abel put her finger in his mouth again.

Emmeline raised her head and looked at him.

Suddenly, she realized she was very attracted to Abel's face.

Even though she could not see very well, she thought Abel was the most handsome man she had ever

seen.

She could not resist the temptation anymore, so she tiptoed and pecked his chin.

Abel shuddered.

In other circumstances, he loved it when his wife sneaked up to him and kissed him.

Now that he was under the effect of Deathly Desire, that had become the thing he most feared.

Abel immediately let go of Emmeline's hand and took two steps back.

"What's wrong? Did I frighten you?" Emmeline said.

"No." Abel was flustered. "I nearly tripped on a pebble."

"Let's do that again," Emmeline spread her arms and was about to hug him.

"Wait. I suddenly remembered I have some very urgent business." Abel dodged and turned away from Emmeline.

He walked very fast, as though a wild beast was chasing him.

Emmeline was surprised. What's gotten into him? He's not usually like this. Maybe he does have something very urgent.

She walked downhill behind him.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the path was bumpy.

Every step was very difficult. Emmeline had to balance herself with both arms.

After taking a dozen steps, Abel turned around.

He felt sorry for Emmeline, who was struggling clumsily to walk.

He gritted his teeth and went back to her.

Without saying a word, He picked Emmeline up with his arms and rushed downhill.

Emmeline's body was soft and warm. He could never replace a more comfortable sensation. Before he knew it, he felt a vague sense of pain emanating from his internal organs. Oh no. Why is it acting up again?

Sweat beaded on his forchead. The pain was about to erupt like a volcano.

Abel gritted his teeth hard and quickened his footsteps. He brought Emmeline into the mansion.

As soon as he put her back on her feet, he turned around, ran into his Rolls-Royce, and sped out of the mansion.