Emmeline thought, It’s been about ten days since he rescued me, but he never wanted to make out with me even once!
Has hell frozen over? How can he resist not making out for ten days? Usually, he’d want it thrice a day!
Something smells fishy!
With the thought weighing heavily on her mind, her smile gradually vanished.
Abel did not know what Emmeline was currently thinking. All he knew was that his wife adored him and missed him.
He proudly finished all the food on the table. Not a scrap was left.
He would feel guilty if he did not eat something.
“I’m so full,” Abel said to Emmeline with a smile. “Bloated, even.”
Emmeline patted his stomach and said, “Careful not to grow a pot belly.”
“It’ll be my honor to grow a pot belly for you!” Abel said blissfully.
“But I wish my husband can remain lean and sculpted like how it is now. I won’t love you if you’re flabby.”
“I didn’t know you were so into looks,” Abel teased her.
“I am.” Emmeline tiptoed, hugged Abel’s neck, and said with a smile. “How could I have fallen in love with you at first sight, if not because you’re extremely handsome? If you weren’t, I would’ve run away with my children and never looked back.”
Abel was happy, but he also had to admit that he was stunned by Emmeline’s beauty the first time he saw her.
Emmeline leaned onto his chest and reminisced about their first meeting.
However, Abel’s facial muscles went taut.
He could feel something warm in his lower abdomen. That was the sensation of his desire growing.
If Deathly Desire was triggered now, he might as well die!
Abel bit the tip of his tongue hard and suppressed his urges.
He gripped Emmeline’s wrists tightly and pulled them away from him. “Let’s go to the store now.”
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