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.

throw everything

Hannah suddenly noticed her sister’s unus

startled. She hugged

and whispered, ‘Emma, what’s

and squatted on

down, frightening Hannah, who held

rang. It

usually called the landline at home, but today, he called Maxwell’s phone.

ran to the

“Is Emma okay?”

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

to know if Emma is safe, Abel said weakly.

now,” Maxwell said. “Hannah

swallowed. “That’s good. Please keep an eye on her. Last time, she cut her wrist…

happen to Emma again,” Maxwell said, “but you have to promise me one

“What? Tell me.”

voice, find a wife and bring her

said immediately. “Not in a month, not even in ten years. I no longer have the heart to

up, and Maxwell held the phone, lost in

the afternoon, the client arrived.

finishing the business, Abel treated the client to pasta at the hotel.

ate pasta until nine

on an empty

client, Luca drove and took Abel back to his home at Ryker Group.

the pillow, Abel fell into a deep sleep. He hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, as he had been running

sighed softly, tucked him in, and quietly