The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Emmeline had no plans of using the restroom; instead, she intended to go outside and give those two a chance to get more comfortable with each other.

Janie appeared very reserved when she was with Benjamin, and there was no hint of her

flamboyant personality at all.

As Emmeline turned on the faucet, she hummed a nursery rhyme

while washing her hands.

“You seem to be very happy today!” came a cold voice from behind.

Upon hearing that, Emmeline’s head whipped around.

Abel covered her mouth and pulled her into a cubicle, locking the door with a click.

“Hey, what do you want to do?” Emmeline muffled her words through Abel’s hand.

Emmeline’s first instinct was to retaliate, but once she realized who it was, she relaxed as she remembered the ointment he had given her the night before.

Abel enveloped her slender waist with his arms and pinned her to the wall, his towering stature looming over her.

His thumb brushed against her lips as he asked, “What do you

think I should do?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

Only then die Emmeline notice the suppressed anger in his eyes, and asked in a panic, “Why are you bere?”

Abel snorted coldly, “Am I not allowed to be here? Are you afraid that I’ll see it?”

“Huh?” Emmeline was confused

and didn’t understand what he

was referring to.

his head

you

not bad

mo

“What do you mean?”

and now you have Benjamin here with you. Occasionally, you even find the

asked herself,

you mean by

don’t understand what I’m saying? Are you playing dumb

a despicable

longer, Emmeline broke free from his restraint, and elbowed

quickly reached out and took

someone with military training. If you do not accept this as your defeat,

I

Ryker, I insist that you apologize to me

me angry. Why should

a sharp tone, “I’ll say it one more time!

he stared blankly at the fiercely angry

was surprised by the extent of Emmeline’s anger,

on the verge

exploding.

had just said those in a fit of

himself at this point, as there seemed to be no way

So.

his lips against the

found herself powerless against his embrace, which felt as unyielding

after Abel had thoroughly ravaged her lips did he lift his

“Emma, sor…”

“Smack!”

his cheek, Emmeline forcefully shoved him back

the sink in

returned to the dining table. Neither of