Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

Abel led Emmeline by the hand to the platform garden, where the colorful blooms and graceful willows looked especially enchanting in the soft glow of the lights.

“Wow!” Emmeline clapped her hands in awe. “This little garden is so beautiful!”

Abel squinted his eyes, memories flooding back and overwhelming him. Suddenly, he saw Emmeline’s lovely figure in his mind’s eye, and a sharp pang of heartache twisted his features.

“Mr. Ryker,” Emmeline asked, breaking his reverie. “Do you know the owner of this place well?”

As Emmeline turned around, she saw a pained expression on Abel’s face.

“Mr. Ryker, what’s wrong?” she asked, concerned.

Abel replied, “I’m just feeling a little uneasy.”

Emmeline’s heart leaped with joy. This must mean that Abel still had feelings for her. It seemed that Waylon’s Worryfree medication wasn’t a foolproof solution after all.

But how could she awaken Abel’s dormant emotions for her?

“Mr. Ryker,” Emmeline said, perched on a swing. “Is someone weighing on your mind?”

Abel gave a subdued nod in response.

“Would you like to share your story with me?” Emmeline suggested gently.

Abel let out a deep sigh. “There’s not much of a story to tell.”

“Is it because of unrequited love?” Emmeline tilted her head, studying him closely.

A shadow crossed Abel’s handsome face. “No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” she asked softly.

heavy with reluctance. “Let’s not talk

seemed that this situation was more difficult than she had

they sat on the swing, sipping and chatting. Before they knew it,

gently, trying to wake her

one was sleeping soundly, completely oblivious

Abel chuckled. “Once they’re asleep, they’re out.

Abel decided to carry her to the guest room on

was tucking her into bed and pulling the covers over

Mr. Abel still

he’s still here,” Luca’s muffled voice

jacket. It’s getting cold outside,” Evelyn

came from inside, “Get out, get out! Can’t you see

“Is Mr. Abel

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poked at her feet

the gless door, “I brought your

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