Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 942

Abel smiled naturally when he saw his wife in front of him. He reached out and pulled Emmeline inside.

After he closed the door, his arm went around Emmeline's waist. His body pinned her against the wall, and he kissed her lips.

Their lips took in each other hungrily. The kiss lasted for three minutes. It was only when Emmeline thought she was going to suffocate that Abel let her go.

Abel brushed his thumb over her slightly swollen lips. "I miss you."

"Not to this extent, right?" Emmeline leaned on his chest and fondled his necktie.

"Silly girl. Don't you miss me too?" Abel said and pecked her cheek.

"I miss you, of course." Emmeline held her husband's face with her hands and inspected it like a sculpture. "That's why I'm here after receiving your call."

"I'm glad to hear that," Abel said and playfully tapped her nose.

"You haven't told me why you asked to come here though? What do you have for me?"

"Come over here and take a look." Abel smiled curiously.

Emmeline tilted her head to see past Abel's shoulder.

"Oh!"

An assortment of tarts and desserts were arranged on the coffee table behind Abel.

"Where did all that come from?" Emmeline pushed Abel aside and walked to the coffee table. "I'm hungry just by looking at them!"

"Do you like this surprise?" Abel said with a smile. "Taste them and let me know if they're good."

"I love it!" Emmeline bent slightly to take a closer look. "They look like they'd taste amazing too!"

"Give it a try then. There's something for every mood," Abel said.

"Oh, I never knew my husband was so into desserts," Emmeline said.

"It's all because of you, of course!" Abel picked her up by her armpits. "I started paying attention to desserts because of you."

"Tell me where you bought them!" Emmeline wrapped her legs around his waist.

"They're not store-bought. I hired a master pastry chef, and this is what she sent me," Abel said.

"You hired a pastry chef? Do you want her to teach me how to make pastries?" Emmeline said.

"You're right. I know you're very interested in this, so I contacted this individual over the Internet."

"Wow!" Emmeline stood on the floor, picked up a tart, and put it in her mouth.

As she savored the taste, her eyes sparkled.

"Mm! This is delicious! It's more delicious than anything I've ever tasted!"

"I'm glad that you like it. I'll tell her to start working tomorrow," Abel said.

"Wait, I'm not ready yet," Emmeline said.

"Huh? What else do you need? We have everything at home," Abel said.

Emmeline picked up another tart and placed it in Abel's mouth. "I suddenly have an idea. Why don't we make the second floor of Nightfall Café into a patisserie? That'll complement the coffee we serve on the first floor!"

"Neither coffee nor desserts can make you money. You're probably going to do it out of interest," Abel said.

"I guess that's true. However, it's very rewarding to brew a perfect cup of coffee. The process takes all your frustrations away, and you'll gain a new appreciation of life."

"Do you think it'll be the same when you make desserts?" Abel asked.

"I guess so. Desserts are like works of art. Not only do they have to look good, they have to taste good as well. It teaches you a lot about life. Ah, well, I haven't made my own desserts before, so I can't explain how It'll feel."