Her petite face, with skin so delicate it seemed like it could break at the slightest touch.

Her deep, dark eyes were like black peaches, and her delicate nose only added to her charm.

Her plump, pink lips were simply irresistible, enough to make anyone’s heart skip a beat.

It wasn’t just men who found her attractive, even women couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

Especially when she leaned over the operating table, her pert little butt and slender, toned waist were enough to make anyone blush.

Sam brought over two cups of coffee and sat down with Emmeline at the table.

“Ms. Louise, you’ve been so engrossed with Mr. Abel that you’ve forgotten about me, haven’t you?” teased Sam.

“What are you talking about?” Emmeline shot back playfully. “I only missed one day!”

“It feels like it’s been days,” Sam pouted.

As the two friends bantered, Emmeline’s phone suddenly rang.

Without checking the caller ID, she answered, “Hello?”

On the other end of the line, Abel’s tender voice could be heard. “Your husband has a name, you know.”

“Abel Ryker,” Emmeline immediately replied with a smile.

“Don’t you think that’s too formal?” Abel sounded slightly annoyed. “Using my full name like that.”

“But isn’t a name meant to be called?” Emmeline countered.

“I just don’t want to hear it,” Abel replied stubbornly.

“Then what do you want to be called?” Emmeline asked curiously.

“Of course, I want to be called ‘hubby’,” Abel replied with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Emmeline couldn’t bring herself to say the word “hubby” out loud. She hesitated for a moment before trailing off, “Hu…”

“To call or not to call?” Abel teased on the other end. “Otherwise, I’ll run away with our little ones!”

“That’s not fair,” Emmeline protested. “I’ll be sad if I can’t see our children.”

“Then will you call me?” Abel pressed.

“Hub…by,” Emmeline said, her voice trailing off uncertainly.

“Nope, not good enough. Try again,” Abel insisted.

“Hu…bby,” Emmeline pouted into the phone.

“I didn’t hear you. Your voice was too soft,” Abel replied, unrelenting.

Emmeline couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh. “Hubby!” she exclaimed, giving in to Abel’s playful demands.

“Hubby!” Emmeline shouted, her voice ringing out in the café.

She quickly turned around, scanning the room to make sure no one had heard her.

Luckily, there was only one other customer in the café, a woman sitting in the corner with her head down, sipping her coffee.

“You’re embarrassing me!” Emmeline scolded playfully into the phone. “Can’t you stop teasing me?”

“Where are you?” Abel chuckled. “I’ll bring the kids and pick you up. How about a seafood feast for the whole family?”

“Sounds good,” Emmeline agreed. “I’m at the café. Come and get me.”

“Mmm, then you wait for me like a good girl,” Abel replied.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Love you,” Abel said, making a kissing sound over the phone.

Emmeline blushed at the endearment.

Sam, sitting across the table, heard everything.

“I’m waiting too,” he said, teasingly.

“Stop being so cheesy,” Emmeline whispered, “there’s a customer here.”

“Who cares about the customer? I’m just kissing my wife. Come on, I’m waiting for you,” Abel teased on the other end.

Emmeline couldn’t argue with him and reluctantly gave her phone a quick peck.

“That’s more like it,” Abel said. “Wait for me, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Okay,” Emmeline nodded.

After ending the call, her face was as red as a beet.

Sam exclaimed, “Wow, you got all lovey-dovey with Mr. Abel, I’m enough!”

“You’re such a brat!” Emmeline blushed even more. “There’s still a customer here!”

Sam then remembered there was a stunning lady in the corner and quickly covered her mouth.

But she couldn’t help saying, “Ms. Louise, you and Mr. Abel are so in love!”

“What’s wrong with being in love?” Emmeline pouted. “Do you want us to fight every day?”

“Of course not,” Sam laughed. “I want to see you two show affection every day. Ahahaha, it’s so sweet!”

Evelyn looked at them, feeling a pang of jealousy in her heart.

She witnessed firsthand the love between Emmeline and Abel.

They say Mr. Abel is a cold and stern man, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

That man was passionate, tender, and loving.

Of course, his passion, tenderness, and love were perhaps only for Emmeline.

Evelyn heard Abel was coming to pick up Emmeline shortly.

They seemed to be going out to eat.

She got up to pay and hastily left the café.

“That female customer was really strange,” Sam said as she watched Evelyn’s figure cross the road.

“Why do you say that?” Emmeline asked, puzzled.

“I can’t quite put my finger on it, but she just seemed odd.”