Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

Abel glanced at the time in his backyard home. It was half past noon.

At this moment, Emma should be at the banquet.

Abel chuckled to himself. He poured himself half a glass of white wine and downed it in one. gulp.

A spicy sensation traveled down his throat and warmed his chest, bringing him great pleasure.

Abel wouldn’t have another glass; he wouldn’t allow himself to get drunk.

The banquet ended at two o’clock in the afternoon, and Emmeline returned to her parents” house.

She took off the gold ring and thought about throwing it from the third floor.

After some consideration, she realized it wouldn’t be right because the ring was bought by Abel. She couldn’t throw it away.

But where should I wear it? None of her ten fingers were suitable. She decided to place it in the jewelry box.

She didn’t want those three dresses, not a single one. She picked up the clothes and stuffed them into the trash can.

The trash can couldn’t hold everything. What should I do?

Right, throw them downstairs.

And that suitcase, it was so eye–catching and looked disturbingly conspicuous.

It wasn’t hers either, and she didn’t want it. She decided to drag it downstairs as well.

What else? What else? What else?

Emmeline paced back and forth in the hallway.

wanted to throw everything

noticed

startled.

her to the bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma,

her head and squatted on the

streaming down, frightening Hannah, who

It was Abel calling.

the landline at home, but today,

ran to the terrace

“Is Emma

her,” Maxwell said coldly. “I’ll take care of her.”

to know if Emma is safe,

Maxwell said. “Hannah is with

Please keep an eye on her. Last time, she cut her

anything happen to Emma again,” Maxwell said, “but you have

“What? Tell me.”

voice, find a wife and bring her home.”

“Not in a month, not even in ten years. I

and Maxwell held the phone,

four o’clock in the afternoon, the

business, Abel treated the client to pasta at the

pasta until nine o’clock at

Drinking on an empty stomach, he

the client, Luca drove and took Abel back to his

deep sleep. He hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, as

softly, tucked him