Alana was surprised. What? Since when is he a house-husband?

The room door beeped, and a red light on the door went off.

The technician cheered excitedly. “The system has been restored to factory settings, and the lockdown is lifted!”

“Thank goodness,” Luca said. “Open the door! Mr. Ryker can’t wait to get out!”

The technician entered the default passcode, and the door opened.

A group of eight people entered the room. Quentin also pushed Alana’s wheelchair into the room.

However, those people soon regretted barging into the room without surveying the scene first.

They saw what they were not supposed to see.

The technician was in the front. He wondered if he should leave the room.

Two people were on the bed. One was Abel, whose upper body was bare, and the other was Emmeline in his embrace.

They were sleeping… soundly.

Emmeline’s leg was out of the blanket and rested on top of Abel’s leg.

One could easily fantasize about what was happening under the sheets.

Luca and the bodyguards lifted their heads and turned away.

“Ahh!” Alana shrieked as though someone had stepped on her tail.

Everyone was shocked, especially the two on the bed.

“What’s with the ruckus?” Emmeline mumbled. “Can’t they tell I’m still sleeping?”

She buried her head into Abel’s chest.

Abel hugged her tightly as though she was the most precious thing in the world.

“Emmeline Louise! Get up at this instant!” Alana yelled.

The two people on the bed were shocked awake.

Abel was lying on the edge of the bed. He fell to the floor.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he was dumbfounded.

Why are there so many people in the room, and why are they staring at us?

Abel suddenly realized the door must have been unlocked, and Luca and the bodyguards barged in.

Alana too.

But Emmeline was still sleeping on the bed, and she was not dressed properly!

Abel immediately got onto his feet and covered Emmeline with a blanket.

“Ah!” Emmeline was caught by surprise. She yelped under the blanket.

Alana’s face was pale. “Abel, did… did you…”

“They’ve gone past the point of no return, of course.” Timothy squeezed through the crowd.

“Timothy!” Alana grabbed him. “You’re here too?”

“This is my home. Why can’t I be here?”

“Tell me then, what have your Daddy and Emmeline been doing?”

Timothy pouted. “Funny you’d ask me that. You should ask Daddy, no?”

“It’s obvious, right?” Sun also squeezed through the crowd. “I’m sure you know what’s going on!”

“That’s right! You don’t have to pretend to be a prude!” Moon said.

“Who knows? They might already have a baby between them.” Star giggled.

Thud! Alana fell from the wheelchair.

“Dr. Anderson, take Alana back to the hospital,” Abel said coldly.

“Yes, Mr. Ryker.”

Quentin hastily straightened Alana’s wheelchair and said, “Mr. Ryker, I’m worried Alana’s lung might collapse if she becomes emotionally agitated!”

Alana had her eyes closed. When she heard that, she opened her mouth and pretended to gasp as though she were suffering an asthma attack.

She clutched her throat and said, “I… I can’t breathe… I’m going to die… Save me, Abel!”

Emmeline removed the blanket covering her and said, “Quick, someone give her CPR while it’s not too late!”

Everyone was shocked. CPR? Who should do it?

The doctor, of course!

Abel ordered, “Dr. Anderson, save her. Give her CPR.”

Quentin was at a loss. He knew that Alana was faking it, and he was worried her act might be exposed.

“Stop standing there like an idiot!” Emmeline exclaimed. “She’ll die if you don’t give her CPR! Do you want her to die, Dr. Anderson?”

“What are you waiting for, Quentin?” Abel yelled angrily.