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.”

the door firmly in

face.

everyone invaded the room. “Oh shit, oh shit, how the hell am I going to show my face in public?” She

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

nothing happened between us. Who’s going

Abel had to admit she had a

the night with a beautiful woman in his arms without doing anything about it, they would suspect he

moment, Emmeline’s

bitten down on a lemon. It must be Benjamin, calling to

when he glanced at her phone screen,

blinked.

up the phone

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

Emma,” Simon replied. “Everyone’s here on set except for

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, Mr.

soon as you can; everyone’s

turned, Abel leaned over and stared at her full

much that she pulled the covers up over

doing? Why are you

out of your mind, taking a stunt job? Has being poor stunted

Emmeline stared 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 has definitely stunted my brain. The coffee shop isn’t a booming business like yours, after

wallet, then pulled out a bank card. “Is ten million enough? If not,

more.

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