NovelEnglish“Hey!” Abel shouted in the dark, “D*mn it! Get your stinky foot off!”
He woke up Emmeline. Then, she found the emptiness beside her.
Rubbing her eyes, she realized she had turned to the other side of the bed. She hurried back and
hugged Abel’s neck again.
“I want to pee,” Abel said, “Let me go.”
“No,” Emmeline answered, “I can’t let you go!”
“You want me to wet the bed?”
“Hold it until dawn. I’ll let you pee after I get up.”
“Holding pee will cause prostatitis,” Abel said helplessly, “You won’t want your future husband to be
dysfunctional, right?”
“Stop teasing me,” Emmeline refuted, “You don’t even love me. How can you be my future husband?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAbel frowned. “Whether I’ll be your future husband, I want to pee right now!”
“No.” Emmeline hugged his neck firmly. “If you run away, I won’t be able to catch you!”
“Then help me to pee, or I’ll suffocate.”
“Okay, I’ll help you to the bathroom.” Emmeline pouted. “Don’t try to play tricks.”
“You don’t even release me. How can I play tricks?” Abel sighed.
His body was limp, and his hands and feet were weak.
Emmeline put his arm around her shoulders and carried him to the bathroom. Then, she helped Abel lift
the toilet seat.
“You can pee now. I won’t watch you.” She turned her head.
“You have to take off my pants,” Abel said, “How can I pee with my pants on?”
Emmeline’s eyes widened. “What did you say?”
“I said take off my pants.”
Emmeline gritted her teeth and wanted to throw him there. But she was afraid that he would fall and get
injured.
“Hurry up!” Abel urged, “I can’t hold it anymore!”
“Can’t you do it yourself?”
“My arm is weak. I can’t lift it,” Abel said, “You have to help me.”
“Do it yourself!” Emmeline was anxious.
“I’ll do it myself, but at least lift my hand.”
Emmeline thought about it, but there seemed to be no other way.
So she lifted Abel’s hand, then closed her eyes tightly.
Abel moved slowly. After a while, he finally solved his problem. He let out a long breath.
Emmeline carried him to the bed and continued to sleep until dawn.
At dawn, Abel opened his eyes early. He did not turn over all night and felt his body stiff, especially
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsince Emmeline treated his arm as her pillow.
“Ouch!” Abel groaned. “It’s sore and painful. At least help me flip over!”
Emmeline woke up in his arms. She opened her eyes and saw Abel’s helpless expression.
“Hehe.” Emmeline giggled.
“Why are you laughing?” Abel frowned. “You scare me to death!”
Emmeline pinched his handsome face.
“It felt good to see you when I woke up!”
“I don’t feel well,” Abel complained, “My whole body is stiff. If you don’t let me go, I’ll get a thrombus.”
“But if I let you go, it’ll be difficult to catch you again.”
“You have no choice. I still have to work at the Ryker Group. If you delay my work, you can’t afford it!”
“Don’t worry,” Emmeline assured, “I won’t trap you. We have to cultivate our relationships slowly.”
“Then let me go,” Abel urged, “It’s getting late.”
Emmeline pondered and had no choice but to release him. But in the next second, she was wrapped in
Abel’s arms.
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