Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 911 What Are You Waiting For

Chapter 911 What Are You Waiting For

Oh my... This works better than I expected!

Emmeline's heart was thumping hard. She was incredibly excited.

She went to the bed and changed into the other piece.

"Ahhh!" Emmeline's head was spinning, but she was very satisfied.

She could not wait to see Abel's reaction.

Yesterday, Abel had told her that his wounds have almost completely healed.

Today, he did not wear his mask when he went to work at Ryker Group. His face was as handsome as before.

In fact, thanks to Waylon's ointment, his complexion became a lot better!

Even though neither of them said it, they knew that each other was waiting eagerly for tonight.

"Dinner is ready, Ms. Louise. Is Mr. Abel back home yet?" Kendra said outside the door.

"He told me he has a business dinner. We don't have to wait for him," Emmeline said.

"I see." Kendra picked up the empty boxes and said, "I'll serve you dinner then. It'll be ready by the time you come downstairs."

"Mm, alright!" Emmeline said. She quickly took off the lingerie and changed into casual clothes.

After dinner, Emmeline took a bath to make sure she smelled good.

Then, she used a beauty mask to make sure her face was soft and moisturized.

After that, she applied lotion all over her body.

She looked at the time and guessed that Abel should be almost home.

At the same time, Abel had just finished the business dinner and had sat inside his Rolls-Royce.

His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of his wife, and he barely spoke during the dinner. The deputy CEO had spoken on his behalf most of the time.

As soon as he sat inside the car, he took his phone and sent a message to Emmeline.

He did not call or send a voice message because Luca and the driver were listening.

"What are you doing now, babe?"

Ding! When Emmeline received Abel's message, she quickly opened it.

"I'm waiting for you," she replied.

Abel smiled. "You're waiting for me? Why?"

You know why! Emmeline thought.

Abel wanted to go back to The Precipice as soon as he could, but he stopped by La Fiorentina to buy a box of tarts.

He knew that his wife loved the tarts from there.

The driver could tell what his boss was thinking.

The journey that would usually take 40 minutes only took half an hour today.

After Abel stepped out of the Rolls-Royce, he picked up his jacket and the box of tarts and strode into the living room.