The Quadruplets Are Mine?
Chapter 593

Chapter 593 Abel Plays Drunk

Abel opened his eyes slightly and glanced at his bodyguard.

"Babe, I did it on purpose. What are you gonna do about it?"

He kept the words to himself though. If he said it out loud, he knew Emmeline would probably throw him out on the highway.

They made their way up to the second floor, and the bodyguards helped Abel into Emmeline's bedroom.

"He can't stay here," Emmeline said anxiously. "Put him in the guest room!"

The bodyguards hesitated.

"I always stay in the guest room at the Precipice," Emmeline said with a frown. "Why should he get to stay with me?"

The bodyguard thought Emmeline had a point and turned to help Abel to the guest room.

But as he did, Abel reached out and twisted the bodyguard's arm hard.

The bodyguard was taken aback, but then he realized that he had to listen to Abel, not Emmeline.

"Ms. Louise, Mr. Abel's had too much to drink," the bodyguard said. "You know his stomach can't handle it. It's better if he stays with you. You can take care of him."

The bodyguards tossed Abel onto Emmeline's big bed and quickly made their escape, closing the door behind them.

As the last one out, he made sure to lock the door.

Abel was thrown onto the bed so hard that he nearly threw up. He had to endure the discomfort and lay there, sprawled out and pretending to be asleep with his eyes shut. Emmeline glared at him for a few seconds, realizing that this wasn't a long-term solution.

She reluctantly helped him take off his shoes, then his suit jacket, and loosened his tie. She then carefully positioned him on the bed and covered him with a blanket. "Emma," Abel slurred. "I'm so thirsty. I need water..."

"Thirsty my ass!" Emmeline snapped. "Remember when you kicked me out earlier?"

"I'm so thirsty, please," Abel groaned.

Emmeline pouted and scowled, then finally caved and poured him a glass of warm water.

Emmeline helped Abel sit up and held the glass of water to his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, drinking the water slowly until the glass was empty. "Damn, you're heavy," Emmeline complained as she put the glass down and tucked Abel back into the covers.

Just as she was about to get up, Abel suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

"Emma, don't leave me. Stay with me, Emma. I love you, I really do..." Abel slurred, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Although it was just drunken rambling, Abel couldn't help but shed a tear as he held Emmeline tightly.

Emmeline felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, and her vision became blurry.

She couldn't help but snuggle into Abel's embrace, tucking her little head under his neck.

Abel felt a secret joy in his heart, holding her like this and not daring to move.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but Emmeline had fallen asleep in his arms, her warm breath gently blowing into his neck.

Abel gently leaned in and looked at the little woman in his arms with a fond gaze.

His big hand caressed her delicate face, and his thumb stroked her soft lips.

Finally, he lowered his head and gently kissed her alluring lips.

Emmeline's dreamy state was interrupted by Abel's kiss and his words of love. She couldn't help but open her mouth to receive the deepening kiss.

As Abel continued to kiss her, he whispered, "Emma, I love you. I've fallen in love with you again, even deeper and stronger than before. But with you taking Worryfree, can you still love me back? I'm so worried, Emma. Please, love me back."

Tears welled up in Emmeline's eyes, but the memory of Abel's rejection still stung.

No, this wasn't enough.

"But I don't love you anymore," Emmeline murmured in her dream.

She wanted to see how it felt for Abel to hear those words.

With a pouty mouth, Emmeline snuggled in Abel's embrace and drifted off to sleep.

"Emma," Abel choked out with a husky voice, "I'll give you time, I'll wait for you, I believe you'll fall in love with me again, even deeper and stronger than before. Please, Emma, don't be heartless..."

Abel held the little woman tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

Under the influence of alcohol, he slowly drifted off to sleep...

Emmeline heard him emit a slight snore and called out softly, "Abel, Abel?"