Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 846 Mad at You

After seeing the two troublemakers, Oscar and Adam off, Emmeline hurried back to The Precipice without any delay. Abel had regained consciousness, and while she was delighted, she also felt deeply concerned.

How should she face the sight of bloodstains covering his body?

Not only did it cause him pain, but how could he bear for others to see him in such a state?

If she applied ointment to his wounds, he might not even be able to put on clothes.

Abel was a proud man, would he allow her to witness his vulnerable side?

As Emmeline had anticipated, when she hurriedly returned to The Precipice, Abel had already locked himself in his study.

"Abel," Emmeline knocked on the door gently. "Let me see how you're doing. Don't you understand how worried I've been?"

"Go away!" Abel's voice echoed from inside the study. "What are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine!"

"Why are you saying you're fine?" Emmeline's eyes welled up with tears, and she almost mentioned the bloodstains covering his body. But she quickly realized it might embarrass him, so she changed her approach. "You've been unconscious for two to three days. Don't you want to see me?"

Abel remained silent

Why did he not want to see her?

He longed to be by her side at all times, to hold her in his arms forever.

But not now.

Not after he emerged from the ice bath and opened his eyes.

Abel caught sight of himself in the mirror.

He could not believe his eyes. Was that really his reflection?

It resembled a demonic figure straight out of the depths of hell.

His entire body, including his face, was covered in jagged bloodstains.

He appeared disheveled and drenched in blood.

Abel was truly taken aback by his own appearance.

Unbeknownst to him, the consequence of his relentless struggle with Deathly Desire had left him in such a pitiful state.

Waylon witnessed it all, his expression turning pale as he observed Abel's calm yet determined demeanor.

He swiftly applied medication to Abel's wounds, urging him to put on his nightgown and rest upstairs.

Upon entering the bedroom, Abel retreated once again, locking himself in his study.

Waylon understood his intentions and chose not to intervene.

Given Abel's current condition, he did not want to risk frightening Emmeline.

The situation did not seem so severe when he was still immersed in the ice water.

Who could have known that without the ice water, his skin would become dry and cracked?

"Emma," Abel's voice was icy, "you should stay away from me. I am wounded by your presence. Just let me be alone so I can replace some relief."

Upon hearing his words, Emmeline's heart wrenched, and she no longer dared to insist on seeing him.

Abel, leaning against the door panel, heard the silence outside and closed his eyes in agony. "Emma, I'm sorry..."

During dinner time, Emmeline prepared Abel's favorite meal and sent Kendra to deliver it to his study.

Standing at the study door, Kendra lightly knocked. "Mr. Abel, dinner is ready. Miss Emmeline made it herself."

"Place it there, and you can leave," Abel responded from inside the room.

Kendra placed the tray by the door and left.

Abel brought the tray inside and closed the door.

Emmeline sat at the dining table, her eyes red, and she did not touch her food. Waylon sat across from her, observing her with concern. Noticing her guarded demeanor and lack of appetite, Waylon let out a sigh.

Emmeline was startled, realizing that her elder Waylon was still present. She did not want her own distress to affect his appetite.

"Waylon," Emmeline picked up her cutlery, "The food will get cold. Let's eat."

"I'm mad at you," Waylon said with a calm and handsome face.

"What's the matter?" Emmeline asked, puzzled. "I don't think I did something that'll make you mad."

"You look like it's going to be the end of the world. How can I eat like this?"

Emmeline's lips twitched. "Am I not allowed to feel upset?"

"Does suffering solve problems? If it did, I would gather everyone and suffer together!"

Emmeline was silent

She knew Waylon had a sharp tongue. Despite his outward appearance as a gentleman, he did not hold back when it came to expressing his dislike for others.