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

noticed

and was startled.

the bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma, what’s wrong with you?”

on the floor.

sobbed loudly, tears streaming down, frightening Hannah, who held her tightly.

It was

called the landline at home, but today,

the terrace and

“Is Emma okay?”

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

to know if Emma is safe, Abel

Maxwell said. “Hannah is with

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

won’t let anything happen to Emma again,” Maxwell said, “but you have to promise me one thing.”

“What? Tell me.”

said in a low voice, find a wife

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

Maxwell held the phone, lost

o’clock in the afternoon, the client arrived.

Abel treated the

until nine

Abel had eaten any pasta. Drinking on an empty stomach, he

seeing off the client, Luca drove and took Abel back to

Abel fell into a deep sleep. He hadn’t slept a wink the

softly, tucked him in,