Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

Emmeline heard the footsteps fade away and couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy in Abel’s embrace. The alcohol had started to take its toll and she felt a little fuzzy.

Like a kitten, she snuggled into Abel’s arms, curling up into a ball. Abel held her close and wondered why he felt so affectionate towards this “little man.” His heart was filled with a tender feeling of love and care.

Emmeline stayed curled up in Abel’s arms as he patiently comforted her. Before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

Under the influence of alcohol, Abel too had drifted off to sleep for what seemed like ages. Meanwhile, Evelyn couldn’t hear any noise from the room, and there was no sign of Abel leaving the guest room. She was quite puzzled.

She quietly made her way upstairs and approached the door, peering through the crack to take a peek inside. But what she saw almost made her faint.

There was the big man, holding onto the “little man,” sleeping soundly together like two peas in a pod. Evelyn couldn’t help but question her entire existence.

Abel was snuggled up with another man, and instead of feeling disgusted, they were so sweet together. This could only mean one thing, and Evelyn refused to accept it.

“Cough, cough!” She cleared her throat loudly, trying to wake them up.

As expected, Abel woke up with a start and was surprised to find himself holding onto “Emmett,” quickly sitting up in a panic.

“Mr. Abel,” Evelyn whispered from the doorway, “would you like me to make some hangover soup?”

Abel looked down at “Emmett” in his arms, her little face flushed from sleep.

“No need, let him sleep a little longer,” Abel replied.

“How about I make you a cup of tea?” Evelyn suggested, her voice meek. “Tea can help with the hangover too.”

“Okay,” Abel agreed, getting out of bed.

sleep, Emmeline felt a cold breeze and slowly opened

Ryker?” She rubbed her eyes and said, “Are you

“did

gurgle,” Emmeline’s

hungry, so I woke up,” Emmeline said as her

already dinner time. Why don’t we get

door and said, “Hey,

“hey you” and “auntie”? Suppressing her

hurry up and go cook dinner for us, Mr. Ryker and I are

Maid?

Are you blind?

family is

was so angry that she snorted heavily

her?” Emmeline looked at Abel with an innocent

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the bed, put on her slippers, end ren

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seid she

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goodness, she’s esking for

older you look, the uglier

collepsed

welked out of the guest room, “let it go, you don’t need

Auntie is engry,” Emmeline pouted, betting

women’s ege,” Abel seid, “don’t bleme

Emmeline rubbed her