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 away.

noticed her sister’s

and was startled.

and took her to the bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma, what’s wrong with

her head and squatted on the floor.

streaming down, frightening Hannah, who held

phone suddenly rang. It was Abel

the landline at home, but

hurriedly ran to the terrace and

asked. “Is Emma

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

need to know if Emma is

said. “Hannah is with her.”

an eye on her. Last time, she cut her

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

“What? Tell me.”

month,” Maxwell said in a low voice, find

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

held the phone, lost

the afternoon, the client

Abel treated the client to pasta

pasta until nine o’clock

eaten any pasta. Drinking on an empty stomach, he soon

drove and took Abel back to his home at Ryker

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

sighed softly, tucked him in,