The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 151

Quentin had no choice. He bent down, preparing to give Alana CPR.

Before he could do so, Alana drew in a deep gulp of air and wheezed, “I…I’m much better now.”

Quentin straightened up, feeling considerably relieved; however, he could not help being somewhat disappointed as well.

Alana took another few labored breaths, then gave Abel her most pitiful look.

Abel deliberately averted his gaze and refused to look at her. Instead, he told Quentin, “Take her back to the hospital, Dr. Anderson. Make sure nothing happens to her.”

“Abel…” Alana protested, pouting

all teary-eyed like a spoiled child.

“I’ll visit you later.” Abel gestured impatiently and turned away.

“Let’s go, Ms. Lane,” Dr. Anderson murmured, wheeling her downstairs.

“All of you, leave now,” Abel ordered. “Everything’s fine here.”

Luca hurriedly ushered everyone out of the room like a mother hen herding a disobedient brood.

Abel stopped him at the door before he left as well. “Luca, give the children breakfast, then send them to kindergarten.”

“Yes, Mr. Abel. I’ll do that.”

door

face.

moment everyone invaded the room. “Oh shit, oh shit, how

done anything we shouldn’t,” Abel said placatingly. “There’s no need to fear rumors if we haven’t done anything

explain the entire mess to them and tell them nothing happened between us. Who’s

admit she had a point.

beautiful woman in his arms without doing anything about it, they would suspect he was either lying or something was wrong

moment, Emmeline’s

a lemon. It must be Benjamin,

phone screen, the name on the display

Abel blinked.

snatched up the phone to answer the

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

here on set except for you.

Emmeline recall that she had taken on a stunt job with the film crew. Her face burned. “Yes, yes, everything’s okay. I haven’t forgotten about the stunt job,

as soon as you can; everyone’s waiting on

hung up at once. As she turned, Abel leaned over and stared at her full in the

she pulled

are you doing? Why are you

job?” Abel eyed her narrowly. “Emmeline Louise, are you out of your mind, taking a stunt job? Has being poor stunted

right back at Abel, bereft of speech for a good few seconds before she pulled herself together enough to retort, “That’s right, being poor

immediately turned and reached for his wallet, then pulled out a bank

more.

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