Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Abel gripped the bricks with one hand. With his other hand, he chopped the bricks and split them cleanly into two.

"Holy sh*t!"

"Holy shi*t!"

The two students were shocked.

"See that?" Abel tossed the bricks on the floor and wiped his hand with a rag. "If you want to be a real man, you need what it takes to protect them. Your voices are still squeaky. What gives you the right to flirt with anyone? What are you going to use to protect the women you love?"

The students were speechless.

Abel grabbed them by their collars. "You should go home! Study hard and develop some skills. You can flirt with whoever you want after you've become a real man!"

As soon as he let go of them, the two boys ran out of the café.

Before they disappeared through the door, Abel yelled, "This woman is my wife! You'd better stay away from her!"

Emmeline and Luca finally burst out laughing as soon as the glass door closed.

"Let's get to work!" Abel said sternly to Luca. "Get two bricks to replace the ones on the flower bed!"

"Yes, Mr. Abel." Luca nodded seriously and ran up the stairs.

Once he reached the second floor, he continued laughing for a while more. It would be bad for his health if he did not let it out

With everyone helping, it only took two hours for the second floor to be cleared out.

The renovation contractors that Abel hired had also arrived.

In three days, the second floor was transformed into a homely and romantic dessert café.

On the fourth day, Emmeline went to work in a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

The pastry chef that Abel had hired for her would be coming to Nightfall Café today.

Of course, the patisserie was not going to be open for business yet. This was the time for the pastry chef to train Emmeline.

The glass door opened at eight o'clock sharp.

A young woman with a medium build stepped through the door. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail.

Emmeline and Sam stood behind the counter and discreetly observed her.

The woman was probably in her mid-twenties, and she had beautiful facial features and a pair of long legs wrapped up under those jeans.

Emmeline and Sam exchanged glances.

They guessed that the woman must be the pastry chef Abel had hired.

Disregarding her skills at the moment, Emmeline and Sam were impressed by how presentable she was.

The young woman came to the counter and said sheepishly, "My name is Doris Whittaker. Mr. Ryker hired me to be a pastry chef for the café."

"Good morning! You'll be teaching us from now on," Emmeline and Sam said while bowing.

Doris was surprised by the reception. She said, "Don't be like that. I'm only here to teach you how to make desserts."