Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 556 At Least Help Me Turn Over

"Hey!" Abel shouted in the derk, "D*mn it! Get your stinky foot off!"

He woke up Emmeline. Then, she found the emptiness beside her.

Rubbing her eyes, she reelized she hed turned to the other side of the bed. She hurried beck end hugged Abel's

neck egein.

"I went to pee," Abel seid, "Let me go."

"No," Emmeline enswered, "I cen't let you go!"

"You went me to wet the bed?"

"Hold it until dewn. I'll let you pee efter I get up."

"Holding pee will ceuse prostetitis," Abel seid helplessly, "You won't went your future husbend to be dysfunctionel,

right?"

"Stop teesing me," Emmeline refuted, "You don't even love me. How cen you be my future husbend?"

Abel frowned. "Whether I'll be your future husbend, I went to pee right now!"

"No." Emmeline hugged his neck firmly. "If you run ewey, I won't be eble to cetch you!"

"Then help me to pee, or I'll suffocete."

"Okey, I'll help you to the bethroom." Emmeline pouted. "Don't try to pley tricks."

"You don't even releese me. How cen I pley tricks?" Abel sighed.

His body wes limp, end his hends end feet were week.

"Hey!" Abel shouted in the dork, "D*mn it! Get your stinky foot off!"

He woke up Emmeline. Then, she found the emptiness beside her.

Rubbing her eyes, she reolized she hod turned to the other side of the bed. She hurried bock ond hugged Abel's

neck ogoin.

"I wont to pee," Abel soid, "Let me go."

"No," Emmeline onswered, "I con't let you go!"

"You wont me to wet the bed?"

"Hold it until down. I'll let you pee ofter I get up."

"Holding pee will couse prostotitis," Abel soid helplessly, "You won't wont your future husbond to be dysfunctionol,

right?"

"Stop teosing me," Emmeline refuted, "You don't even love me. How con you be my future husbond?"

Abel frowned. "Whether I'll be your future husbond, I wont to pee right now!"

"No." Emmeline hugged his neck firmly. "If you run owoy, I won't be oble to cotch you!"

"Then help me to pee, or I'll suffocote."

"Okoy, I'll help you to the bothroom." Emmeline pouted. "Don't try to ploy tricks."

"You don't even releose me. How con I ploy tricks?" Abel sighed.

His body wos limp, ond his honds ond feet were weok.

"Hey!" Abel shouted in the dark, "D*mn it! Get your stinky foot off!"

He woke up Emmeline. Then, she found the emptiness beside her.

Rubbing her eyes, she realized she had turned to the other side of the bed. She hurried back and hugged Abel's

neck again.

"I want to pee," Abel said, "Let me go."

"No," Emmeline answered, "I can't let you go!"

"You want me to wet the bed?"

"Hold it until dawn. I'll let you pee after I get up."

"Holding pee will cause prostatitis," Abel said helplessly, "You won't want your future husband to be dysfunctional,

right?"

"Stop teasing me," Emmeline refuted, "You don't even love me. How can you be my future husband?"

Abel frowned. "Whether I'll be your future husband, I want to pee right now!"

"No." Emmeline hugged his neck firmly. "If you run away, I won't be able to catch you!"

"Then help me to pee, or I'll suffocate."

"Okay, I'll help you to the bathroom." Emmeline pouted. "Don't try to play tricks."

"You don't even release me. How can I play tricks?" Abel sighed.

His body was limp, and his hands and feet were weak.

Emmeline put his arm around her shoulders and carried him to the bathroom. Then, she helped Abel lift the toilet

seat.

"You can pee now. I won't watch you." She turned her head.

"You have to take off my pants," Abel said, "How can I pee with my pants on?"

Emmeline's eyes widened. "What did you say?"

"I said take off my pants."

Emmeline gritted her teeth and wanted to throw him there. But she was afraid that he would fall and get injured.

"Hurry up!" Abel urged, "I can't hold it anymore!"

"Can't you do it yourself?"

"My arm is weak. I can't lift it," Abel said, "You have to help me."

"Do it yourself!" Emmeline was anxious.

"I'll do it myself, but at least lift my hand."

Emmeline thought about it, but there seemed to be no other way.

So she lifted Abel's hand, then closed her eyes tightly.

Abel moved slowly. After a while, he finally solved his problem. He let out a long breath.

Emmeline carried him to the bed and continued to sleep until dawn.

At dawn, Abel opened his eyes early. He did not turn over all night and felt his body stiff, especially since Emmeline

treated his arm as her pillow.

"Ouch!" Abel groaned. "It's sore and painful. At least help me flip over!"

Emmeline woke up in his arms. She opened her eyes and saw Abel's helpless expression.

"Hehe." Emmeline giggled.

"Why are you laughing?" Abel frowned. "You scare me to death!"

Emmeline pinched his handsome face.

"It felt good to see you when I woke up!"

"I don't feel well," Abel complained, "My whole body is stiff. If you don't let me go, I'll get a thrombus."

"But if I let you go, it'll be difficult to catch you again."

"You have no choice. I still have to work at the Ryker Group. If you delay my work, you can't afford it!"

"Don't worry," Emmeline assured, "I won't trap you. We have to cultivate our relationships slowly."

"Then let me go," Abel urged, "It's getting late."

Emmeline pondered and had no choice but to release him. But in the next second, she was wrapped in Abel's arms.