The Quadruplets Are Mine?
Chapter 790

Chapter 790 What He Feared Came To Pass

That night, Abel did not dare to help Emmeline with her bath. However, it was evident that she wanted him to do so, given the little murmured hints she let fall.

"Oops..." Abel facepalmed.

"What's wrong?" Emmeline's eyes widened in anxiety.

"I just realized it's already pretty late, and there are some documents that need to be seen to."

"That's not urgent, right?" Emmeline tugged at his arm. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"It's needed first thing in the morning, though; if it's late, it'll delay everything."

Emmeline pouted, looking distinctly unhappy. They had not been intimate since Abel rescued her from the clutches of that nefarious club owner. Her eyesight might have gone, but that was no reason to keep a distance from her, right?

"Come on, hubby..." Emmeline tried to slip her arms around Abel's neck, but he moved aside and said, "There now, it's alright. I'll ask Kendra to help you."

This left Emmeline bereft of speech. By the time she recovered herself, Abel had already fled. She stood there, feeling disappointed. Why did she have this nagging feeling that something was off with her husband?

Kendra came upstairs in response to Abel's instructions and helped Emmeline to bathe. After that, Emmeline went to bed and waited for Abel to come back. Once he was done with his work, he ought to be back, right? She was like a cat on a hot tin roof, waiting and waiting, but her wayward husband did not show up.

Emmeline threw back the covers and got up, determined to look for Abel in his study. However, Kendra was at the stairs and barred her way.

"Mr. Abel's still busy, Ms. Emmeline. He asked me to tell you to go to bed first."

"Why is he taking so long?" Emmeline pouted, looking displeased.

"Well, Mr. Abel did say not to bother him; what he's working on is very urgent."

Emmeline had no choice but to return to the room, where Kendra guided her to the bed. "Alright then, Kendra. Please tell Abel not to work too late."

"I'll do that, Ms. Emmeline." Kendra helped her to lie down, then left.

Abel was eavesdropping outside the door, and his heart sank like a stone. He hurried back to the study and waited for more or less half an hour until he was sure that Emmeline would have fallen asleep. Only then did he stealthily creep back to the room and lie down beside her.

The moment he settled onto the bed, Emmeline sensed his presence even in her sleep. "Hubby..." She murmured coquettishly and turned around, draping one leg over him and one arm across his waist.

Abel caught his breath and immediately froze. However, Emmeline's hand slipped down from his waist and landed squarely between his legs.

What was this soft, hot thing beneath her palm? In her half-dreaming state, she squeezed lightly. It felt rather pleasant; in fact, it gradually grew harder.

Oh shit! Abel panicked; what he feared had come to pass! Gritting his teeth, he pried Emmeline's hand off his crotch and pushed her leg off his body, then rolled to the edge of the bed, his heart racing. That was a close call!

However, Emmeline seemed to sense his movements and turned over, pulling him close by the waist and snuggling into his arms.

Abel had nowhere to hide now. Beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he drew a deep breath, then repeated in his mind like a mantra, I'm a monk...I'm a monk...I'm a monk...

The feared surge of desire did not materialize, and Abel eventually chanted himself to sleep.

This time he slept until morning. When he opened his eyes, Emmeline was snuggled up in his arms. Startled, he realized abruptly that he was holding her tightly. Furthermore, he had a bad case of morning wood pressed up right against her.

"Shit!" Abel growled under his breath and let go of Emmeline, retreating to the edge of the bed.

Whump! Unfortunately, he misjudged the distance and fell off, landing on the floor.

Emmeline was startled into wakefulness. Blinking her sightless eyes, she reached out and felt around the bed. "Hubby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing," Abel called hastily. "I just had a bad dream and woke up, that's all."

"Then why aren't you on the bed?" Emmeline continued to feel around. "Your voice is coming from the floor."

"I..." Abel sat up and replied sheepishly, "I woke up in a panic and fell off the bed."

"Dumbass!" Emmeline's questing fingers finally located Abel and caught hold of him. "Come back up here. I'm still drowsy; you can hug me back to sleep."

"Uh...no, I'm sorry, sweetheart..." Abel got to his feet with alacrity. "I need to get ready for work."

"It's still early, isn't it?" Emmeline asked, puzzled. "I didn't hear the alarm go off."