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The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 284
Emmeline regained her
composure before long. She wasn’t a lovesick girl, to begin with.
“Drop it now. How are you going to take the bullet out of you now?” Emmeline asked Abel. She could
perform the operation. But now, it was too risky as she was drugged.
“Let me think…”
However, Abel didn’t look like he was thinking about the bullet. He could only look at the woman that he
nearly lost. They occupied The Precipice in their lonesome and carnal desire charged the air around
them.
“The bullet, Abel. The bullet.” Emmeline handed out another reminder.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAbel kissed Emmeline’s forehead. “One bullet cannot stop me from coming to your rescue. Not even
five.”
“But you’re bleeding. And I’m incapable of helping you out,” uttered Emmeline.
“But Emma…” Abel’s lips wandered to meet Emmeline’s. “You are full of surprises.”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t know you knew how to fire a gun.”
“…” Quick, she needed an excuse. “I took some shooting classes at university.”
Abel knew it was a lie straight away. He was professionally trained. He knew who was an amateur
shooter and who wasn’t. But since Emmeline didn’t want to tell him, Abel wouldn’t pry further.
“Let me carry you upstairs. You’re trembling.” Abel caressed Emmeline’s lips.
As they moved, so did the undulating beauty under Emmeline’s dress. When they were in the room,
Abel threw Emmeline to the bed and pinned her down. His hands slid beneath
her dress.
“No… You’re bleeding.” Emmeline’s declination felt more like an
invitation.
“I only need my lower half anyway.” Abel planted more and more kisses on Emmeline’s body.
Emmeline was too weak to fight back so she bit Abel’s tongue. That was enough to bring reason back
to Abel’s mind.
Abel let go of Emmeline and got up. He apologized, “Sorry. I lost control there.”
“Give me a sleeping gown. I shouldn’t look like this.”
“Okay.”
Abel then gave Emmeline one of his sleeping gowns. Despite the deep feelings they had for each
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmother, there were boundaries between them. And for the
moment, it was best to respect them.
Moments later, Abel summoned Luca.
“Yes, Mr. Abel?”
“Find me a scalpel, rubbing alcohol, gauzes, painkillers, and bandages.”
“All right, Mr. Abel.” Luca frowned. He knew what Abel would be doing.
After Luca left, Emmeline approached Abel in his sleeping gown. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking out the bullet,” replied Abel nonchalantly.
Emmeline shook her head. “You can’t do it without anesthetics.”
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” Abel shot Emmeline a reassuring smile.
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