Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 847

“Abel’s toxicity has subsided,” Waylon informed her, “It’s just that he has severe bloodstains on his body and face. He’s concerned about scaring you. He hasn’t become a ghost, so don’t give me that sulky face, as if I owe you something.”

Emmeline could not help but laugh at his words, she pouted, “No I don’t. I know you’ve researched the antidote for me without asking for anything in return. I’m grateful, you know.”

“It’s good that you know,” Waylon rolled his eyes. “When I stayed at your house on the first day, you looked like I owe you something. I’m sorry, I’ll move out tomorrow.”

“It’s not the first day.” Emmeline raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “What about the second day? Are you going to extort another day from me?”

“How did you remember it so well?” Waylon raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you calculate my living expenses every day? It was crystal clear, right?”

Emmeline burst into laughter, feeling delighted.

“It’s a shame you figured it out, and yet you still have to pay me for living expenses! Did you pocket the money? Are you searching for hidden treasures?”

Seeing her smile, Waylon’s expression also relaxed.

Waylon’s handsome appearance naturally attracted a lot of attention from women.

When he was on Adelmar Island, it was his cold temperament and his aversion to strangers that kept him alone. Otherwise, he would have been swarmed by the aggressive bees and butterflies on the island.

“I won’t argue with you,” Emmeline said as she started to eat. “I don’t care if I lose, but I’ll make sure to eat well, and you should too, Waylon.”

“That’s good.” Waylon served her food tenderly. “Eat up. I can’t wait for Abel to recover and I don’t want you to become thin from hunger. It makes me look like I haven’t taken good care of you.”

“How long will it take for the bloodstains on Abel’s body to disappear?” Emmeline asked with a furrowed brow.

“A couple of days,” Waylon replied in a low voice. “You have trust my ointment.”

Emmeline nodded in agreement. She had full confidence that the ointment made by Waylon would make Abel recover.

“It’s just that you two better not see each other during this period to prevent the toxicity from resurfacing and nullifying all the previous efforts,” Waylon advised. Emmeline’s cheeks turned slightly red, and she lowered her head to drink her porridge, trying to hide her embarrassment.

“I did suggest that you should stay in Macsen Villa,” Waylon continued, looking at her. “Neither you nor Abel can afford to take risks. Maybe I should change my mind now?”

“How was I supposed to know this would happen?” Emmeline pouted. “If you had told me earlier, I could have hidden away on Adelmar Island!”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference,” Waylon replied, setting down his bowl. “That dog in the study would have chased you to Adelmar Island!”

Emmeline’s face reddened once again, and she buried her head in her rice. It wasn’t as if Abel had never chased her to Adelmar Island before, so what was the big deal?

“Life and death are trivial matters for someone who drinks enough water,” Waylon added with a smirk.

Knowing that he was teasing her, Emmeline did not try to argue and instead stuffed her mouth with a piece of broccoli.

In the study…

After dinner, Abel took a seat at the desk and casually flipped through a book.