“Of course. I like you,” Timothy said sincerely.
“Why don’t you give me a kiss on the cheek?” Waylon said and leaned closer to Timothy.
Timothy pursed his lips and picked Waylon on the cheek.
“Good boy.” Waylon returned the kiss and put a gift into the little boy’s hands.
“Thank you, Uncle Waylon.” Timothy grinned happily.
He felt like he was closer to Waylon now, and he did not envy his siblings that much anymore.
Waylon looked at the four adorable boys and suddenly was reminded of Doris’ baby in the hospital.
For a split second, he felt a twinge in his heart.
The sensation did not last long. The quadruplets’ childish voices brought him back to his senses.
Everyone remained at Levan Mansion after dinner. It was only when the quadruplets were too tired to stay up that Emmeline, Abel, and Waylon left the house.
Waylon did not mention anything about the previous owner of the Imperial Palace while he was at Levan Mansion. He did not want Lewis and Rosaline to know.
While driving, he gave a call to Emmeline.
Emmeline was leaning on Abel’s shoulder and resting. She was tired after playing with her four sons.
Her phone suddenly rang. It was from Waylon.
She sat up and answered the call. “Hello, Waylon.”
“Mm. Ben told me about your appointment tomorrow morning,” Waylon said.
“Don’t worry. Abel and Benjamin will be together with me. I won’t be in danger,” Emmeline said.
“That man is very cunning. Don’t let him get away again,” Waylon said.
“He won’t. I’ll call you when everything’s settled,” Emmeline said.
“Alright.” Waylon was about to end the call when he suddenly remembered something. “Tell Abel to send a bodyguard over tomorrow.”
“Why?” Emmeline asked.
“I need someone to bring the Maybach for repairs,” Waylon said.
“What happened? Did you get into a car crash?” Emmeline said.
“I’m fine, isn’t it? We just met earlier,” Waylon said.
“What happened to the car then? Did it break down by itself?”
“No. Someone bumped into it while I was waiting at an intersection, and the paint was chipped,” Waylon said.
Emmeline breathed a sigh of relief. “Phew, I’m glad that you’re okay. I was wondering what happened to the car.”
“Alright then. The light is green. Bye,” Waylon said.
“Mm.”
Both of them ended the call.
She put the phone away and curled up on Abel’s lap.
Abel draped his hand over her shoulders and caressed her hair.
He overheard what Waylon said earlier, so he did not ask Emmeline to repeat it.
He slowly lowered his head and kissed Emmeline’s earlobe.
“It tickles!” Emmeline shuddered.
Abel took the opportunity to pin her on the seat and kiss her lips.
The driver had expected something like that to happen, so he had raised the partition in the middle.
Emmeline reacted to the kiss by moaning seductively.
“Tonight, you’d better be prepared for a tough battle…” Abel whispered while nibbling her lips.
The next morning, Emmeline woke up feeling sore.
Through the night, Abel had entered her again and again. His heavy breathing and her pleasured moans echoed in the room.
They would have stayed up if not that they had something important to do this morning.
Ever since Abel’s Deathly Desire was cured, he had been keeping Emmeline happy.
When Emmeline woke up, she realized that she was alone on the bed, and the mattress was cool to the touch.
It meant that Abel had already woken up for quite some time.
Emmeline sometimes envied her husband’s stamina.
She dragged herself out of the bed while her bones creaked. While she was about to enter the bathroom, Abel came in through the door.
