“Come on, eat up, eat up,” Abel coaxed, holding her upright and spooning food into her mouth.
By the end of the meal, Emmeline was satiated and comfortably cradled in Abel’s lap.
But even after that, she was still too embarrassed to leave the room.
Her mouth and face were marked by the evidence of Abel’s “attack”.
She couldn’t bear the thought of being seen by anyone after what Abel had done to her.
The thought of their gossiping about her nonstop made Emmeline cringe, so Abel made his way downstairs alone.
An hour later, Abel and Luca emerged from the coffee shop with Emmeline’s birth certificate in hand.
He had successfully enrolled all three children, including Timothy, in the same daycare.
When they returned to the villa, it was already evening, and Emmeline was still sequestered in her bedroom.
Abel removed his suit jacket and cupped her face in his hands, planting gentle kisses on her face, which was covered in hickeys and bruises.
He regretted being too rough with her and promised himself to be more careful next time.
Emmeline’s skin was naturally delicate, just like that of a newborn baby, and he needed to treat it as such.
Abel couldn’t help but worry about hurting Emmeline.
“I’m fine,” Emmeline pouted. “You made my skin thicker.”
Abel laughed, his eyes sparkling with love and indulgence.
“I was going to say,” Emmeline continued, “if the kids are going to stay here, we need to rearrange their rooms.”
“I’ve thought of that,” Abel said, picking her up and holding her on his lap. “Not just their rooms, but also your personal items and clothing. We’ll have to go shopping.”
“But my face…” Emmeline pouted again, looking pitiful.
“It’s too late to do anything today,” Abel said gently, looking into her eyes with tenderness.
“Tomorrow, I’ll take you out and we’ll buy whatever you like, for you and the kids,” Abel said.
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