“No matter what you say,” Sonia’s face turned cold. “Abel is mine. I will get him back fair and square. You’re just an accident, using your children to force Abel to be with you. The one who needs to wake up is you!”
Slap! Emmeline swiftly smacked her across the face. “I’m going to wake you up right now! Don’t be so conceited!”
Her slap was even harder than the one she gave Ysabel earlier.
Blood quickly flowed from the corner of Sonia’s mouth.
“Blood?!” Sonia wiped the corner of her mouth, her eyes turning red. “Emmeline Louise! How dare you hit me?!”
“I hit you because you deserved it!” Emmeline pushed her chair away. “I don’t care if it’s on the race track or a fist fight. Today, I’m going to teach you a good lesson, you sheltered little prick!”
Sonia quickly got up and moved away. Touching her cheek, she yelled angrily, “Emmeline, is this what you’re like? A woman so quick to resort to violence? Would Abel still choose to be with you if he knew this is your true nature? You have been pretending in front of him all along, haven’t you?”
“Heh heh,” Emmeline tapped her nose with her fist. “You guessed it right. I’ve been pretending all along…pretending to be a lady, pretending to be obedient. In reality, I’m a barbaric woman who beats up sheltered little shits, and destroys homewreckers and douchey women!”
“I knew it. Abel was deceived by you all this time. Now I’m going to tell him that you hit me and cursed at me. You’re just a shrew!”
“Sure, go ahead and tell him,” Emmeline laughed. “If you don’t, then you’re just a coward! Shit, I think you’re even less than a coward. You’re just disgusting!”
“Just you wait,” Sonia’s face turned pale, her complexion taking on different shades based on her expression before finally settling on red.
The redness came after she put down her hand, revealing her reddened cheek from Emmeline’s slap.
She took out her phone, intending to dial Abel’s number.
However, she hesitated because the number she had was from five years ago.
That number was from his university days, and he probably didn’t use it anymore.
If it turned out to be an invalid number when she called, it would be so embarrassing.
“Why aren’t you calling him?” Emmeline smirked coldly. “I’m looking forward to hearing how he’s going to yell at me.”
Sonia had an awkward look on her face.
Ysabel noticed and whispered, “Sonia, don’t you have Mr. Abel’s number?”
Sonia remained silent; her expression gave her away.
“Haha!” Sam burst into laughter, and Janie joined in.
Both Sonia and Ysabel had gloomy expressions.
“You should have said so earlier,” Emmeline said. “I’ll make the call so you can talk to Mr. Abel.”
Sonia fell silent.
Truth be told, she was already regretting her words. She shouldn’t have spoken so recklessly.
It had been five years, so it was naturally hard to surmise Abel’s true feelings.
But Emmeline had already dialed his number, which Abel then quickly answered.
Emmeline put the call on speakerphone, and Abel’s voice came through, asking affectionately, “Babe, did you miss me already?”
Sonia’s expression turned pale like she was in pain.
Ysabel’s expression also froze in surprise.
“As if,” Emmeline deliberately acted coquettish. “You bad man!”
“Bad?” Abel’s teasing voice came from the other end. “Well, women like their men a little on the bad side, don’t they? Is it because I was too rough last night? We did go at it several times, after all. Still, you were the one who was asking for it. I satisfied your desire, and now you’re turning around and calling me the villain? I told you you should stay home and rest today, but you wouldn’t have it. Is the fatigue finally catching up to you?”
With the phone on speaker, Abel’s risque phrasing caused all the five women to blush.
Emmeline felt pleased and bashful, Janie was envious.
Sam was embarrassed.
Sonia was filled with jealousy and resentment.
Ysabel was indulging herself in her imagination.
“Babe,” Emmeline blushed and spoke in a soft, sweet voice. “Let’s save these words for when we’re home. Someone else wants to talk to you now.”
On the other end, Abel had clearly paused for a moment, realizing his words just now were not only heard by Emmeline.
But it didn’t matter. If he said it, he said it.
After all, he wasn’t flirting with other women. He was flirting with his own darling wife.
“Who is it?” Abel said in his usual deep and composed tone.
Emmeline handed the phone to Sonia. “Here, it’s your cue.”
Sonia reluctantly took the phone…
