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.

her sleep, Emmeline felt a cold

rubbed her eyes and said, “Are you

said, “did we wake you

gurgle,” Emmeline’s stomach growled

woke up,” Emmeline said as her

dinner time. Why don’t we get

said, “Hey, you, auntie,

Did this brat just call her “hey you” and “auntie”? Suppressing her anger, she leaned against the door frame and said, “Take a good

her eyes and said, “Oh, she’s a maid, then hurry up and go cook dinner for us,

Maid?

Are you blind?

family

was so angry that she snorted

what’s wrong with her?” Emmeline looked at Abel with

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“I thought she wes e

on her slippers,

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Evelyn collepsed onto the

room, “let

is engry,” Emmeline pouted,

cen’t tell e women’s ege,”

hungry?” Emmeline rubbed her