“You locked your dear husband out of the room,” Abel growled. “You’ve got some nerve.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I said I was going to punish you hard.”

“The kids are downstairs.”

“Daisy and Kendra will keep an eye on them.”

“No, please don’t, you’re such a devil!”

“Who calls the shots, you or me? You’ve given me four children, so don’t be shy with me,” Abel growled as he leaned over her.

“Ah,” Emmeline curled up in his arms.

But Abel was just bluffing, trying to scare her.

After a passionate and intense kiss, he released the trembling woman.

“Will you ever dare to lock your husband out again?” he asked.

“No, I won’t,” Emmeline nestled her face into his shoulder.

“Hehe,” Abel chuckled indulgently.

He lay in bed with Emmeline, gently stroking her hair.

“Don’t worry, my silly little baby. I’ll only…punish you hard on our true honeymoon night,” he reassured her.

“You’re so bad!” Emmeline buried her face in his chest, too embarrassed to look up. “Now I really can’t show my face in public.”

“Why not?” Abel asked in a low voice. “I didn’t even do anything to you. We didn’t even take off our clothes.”

“You say that!” Emmeline finally lifted her face. “My face is all red and hot, and my neck and ears too. Look what you’ve done!”

Abel finally looked down, and holy cow!

Did I do this?

Emmeline’s delicate and pretty face was covered in love bites, from her cheeks to her neck and ears, making her look absolutely gorgeous.

“This is terrible!” he exclaimed.

Abel gently stroked her slightly swollen face, feeling sorry for her.

“I didn’t think I was being too rough, how did it end up like this?”

“I’m scared of you,” Emmeline said in a pitiful tone, “If you really punish me harshly, I’ll… I’ll… what will happen to me?”

“Well,” Abel bit her ear and said in a warm and hoarse voice, “Your husband is very capable. I promise you won’t be able to get out of bed for three days…”

Emmeline buried herself in his embrace.

She had experienced this man’s skills five years ago.

He had made her unable to even scream for help, leaving her at his mercy…

She was so embarrassed, this man was simply unbearable!

But…but why was her little body secretly anticipating his touch…

“Knock, knock.”

Daisy knocked on the door and said, “Mr. Abel, your meal is here.”

“Coming,” he said, kissing Emmeline’s pouty lips before heading out.

“Okay,” Emmeline replied, pulling the covers over her head. She didn’t want Daisy to see her “hideous” appearance. That would give her and Sam something to gossip about for days.

As Daisy entered the room with the food, she glanced toward the bed. Their young miss was still curled up under the covers.

The room was filled with a sweet and intimate atmosphere.

“You two enjoy your meal,” Daisy smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Finally, their young miss was with her lover, and Daisy couldn’t be happier for her.

Abel lifted the covers and carried Emmeline out of bed.

He then sat with her on the couch, picked up his spoon, and fed her.

“I can eat by myself,” Emmeline blushed, “I’m not a child.”

“But you’re my wife,” Abel said lovingly, “my own wife, and I must take care of you.”

Emmeline’s eyes were filled with happy watery glimmers.

She opened her mouth and took a bite of the food on the spoon.

“That’s a good girl,” Abel said, satisfied. “I’ll love and cherish you like this for the rest of my life. When you’re eighty and toothless, I’ll feed you mouth to mouth.”

Emmeline almost spewed out the food in her mouth at his words.

She playfully hit him and pouted, “Can’t you let me eat in peace?”