Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 1128

Chapter 1128 Don't You Want to Manipulate Me?

How could Emmeline back off?

She hesitantly placed her hand into Abel's palm.

Emmeline fell into Abel's embrace after he tightened his hold on her hand.

"Don't play tricks." Emmeline propped herself against his chest, "Tell me your conditions quickly."

Abel lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, "If I win, I won't use protection anymore, and you'll give birth to a daughter for me, no, several daughters."

Emmeline's cheeks instantly turned red. She never expected his conditions to be like this.

She tried to push him away but could not move him.

Abel held her tightly, almost trying to rub her into his bones.

Emmeline lowered her head and softly complained, "I knew you weren't serious."

"How am I not serious?"

Abel's ambiguous breath blew on the back of her neck.

"Is it considered not serious for a husband to want to have a child with his wife?"

Emmeline buried her face in his arms and whispered, "If you win, I'll do whatever you want."

"Did you say that?"

Abel exuded a hormone-filled scent that made people's hearts race.

"If I win, I won't use protection tonight. You have to agree, and you're not allowed to beg for mercy."

Emmeline's cheeks were very hot. She asked in a low voice, "What if I win?"

"Deal." Abel whispered warmly in her ear, "As you wish."

Emmeline raised her hand and punched him, saying, "No matter how you put it, you will benefit."

"Haha." Abel chuckled, "Don't you want to manipulate me?"

Could someone teach her another way to manipulate him?"

Emmeline said, "I don't want to manipulate you!"

Emmeline looked at him and said, "If you lose, you have to wear three condoms, on one less!"

Abel was dumbfounded.

"Bring it on!" With lightning speed, Emmeline took a deep breath and made three consecutive palm strikes.

Abel put his hands behind his back, moving left to right to avoid each attack.

After three moves, Emmeline's palms did not even touch him, and he began to strike back.

Of course, he still held back a bit.

After all, she was his precious wife, and he would do anything to make her happy. He could not afford to hurt her.

Abel was using dilatory tactics.

He took every move, focusing more on defense than offense.

And his defense was clearly at a high level.

Emmeline could not hurt him, no matter how hard she tried.

A woman's stamina was limited, only lasting about half an hour. Emmeline was already panting and sweating profusely.

But Abel remained calm and composed, as steady as a mountain. His handsome face smiled gently with affection.

Emmeline looked at him, feeling touched in her heart.