âCome on, eat up, eat up,â Abel coaxed, holding her upright and spooning food into her mouth.
By the end of the meal, Emmeline was satiated and comfortably cradled in Abelâs lap.
But even after that, she was still too embarrassed to leave the room.
Her mouth and face were marked by the evidence of Abelâs âattackâ.
She couldnât bear the thought of being seen by anyone after what Abel had done to her.
The thought of their gossiping about her nonstop made Emmeline cringe, so Abel made his way downstairs alone.
An hour later, Abel and Luga emerged from the coffee shop with Emmelineâs birth certificate in hand.
He had successfully enrolled all three children, including Timothy, in the same daycare.
When they returned to the villa, it was already evening, and Emmeline was still sequestered in her bedroom.
Abel removed his suit jacket and cupped her face in his hands, planting gentle kisses on her face, which was covered in hickeys and bruises.
He regretted being too rough with her and promised himself to be more careful next time.
Emmelineâs skin was naturally delicate, just like that of a newborn baby, and he needed to treat it as such.
Abel couldnât help but worry about hurting Emmeline.
âIâm fine,â Emmeline pouted. âYou made my skin thicker.â
Abel laughed, his eyes sparkling with love and indulgence.
âI was going to say,â Emmeline continued, âif the kids are going to stay here, we need to rearrange their rooms.â
âIâve thought of that,â Abel said, picking her up and holding her on his lap. âNot just their rooms, but also your personal items and clothing. Weâll have to go shopping.â
âBut my faceâ¦â Emmeline pouted again, looking pitiful.
âItâs too late to do anything today,â Abel said gently, looking into her eyes with tenderness.
âTomorrow, Iâll take you out and weâll buy whatever you like, for you and the kids,â Abel said.
âAnd for Daisy and Kendra too,â Emmeline added. âThey live their own things too.â
âIâve already given them money,â Abel said. âThey can buy whatever they need themselves.â
âOkay,â Emmeline nodded. âYou really do think of everything.â
âAnd this,â Abel pulled out a bank card from his pocket. âItâs for you.â
âWhat for?â Emmeline asked.
âOur household expenses,â Abel said âFrom now on, youâre in âBut I have money too,â Emmeline said, immediately regretting her words.
Emmeline had said she had money, and it was true. But Abel might think it was just the money she earned from her coffee shop and stunt work.
âThatâs what you call money?â Abel remarked. âYou donât need to work so hard, otherwise, whatâs the point of having me as your husband?â
Emmeline thought for a moment and then accepted the bank card. She decided to give this man some sense of achievement, otherwise, she would seem too contrived.
âBy the way,â Abel said, âKendraâs daughter wants to change her name. What do you think would be a good name?â
Emmeline replied, âHow should I know?â
âKendra doesnât want to use her ex-husbandâs surname anymore, and itâs making her upset,â Abel explained.
âWell, how about this,â Emmeline suggested, âyou can ask if she agrees, and her daughter can be named Quincy Ryker.â
âQuincy Ryker?â Abel raised an eyebrow, âWhy that name?â
âKendra has been a benefactor to us, and I donât want her child to grow up being bullied. So, she can take your surname, Ryker,â
Emmeline explained.
âOkay,â Abel nodded, âThey are orphans with a widowed mother. I donât want them to be mistreated.â
âOur four children were delivered by Kendra,â Emmeline continued, âso itâs fate that brought us together. Letâs consider her child as our fifth one.â
âSo itâs Quincy Ryker then?â Abel chuckled.
âDo you think itâs not good?â Emmeline was unhappy. âI think itâs great.â
âAs long as youâre happy,â Abel kissed her cheek, âIâm okay with anything.â
âOkay,â Emmeline said, âthen itâs Quincy Ryker.â