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 are

bad at

mo

“What do you mean?”

a cold laugh and sneered, “On one hand, you have Adrien waiting for you, and now you have Benjamin here with you. Occasionally, you even find the

expression suddenly changed as she asked herself, “What is

mean by saying all of

saying?

You’re a

broke free

out and took hold of

you are competing against someone with military training. If you do not accept this as

who you are, I cannot withstand being insulted

way. Abel Ryker, I insist that you

Why should I

“I’ll say it one more time! Abel

was stunned for a moment as he stared blankly at the fiercely angry

surprised by the extent

the verge

exploding.

fact, he had just said those

himself at this point, as

So.

bowed his head and tenderly pressed his lips against the soft but unyielding

and Emmeline found herself powerless against his embrace, which felt as unyielding as a sturdy iron

ravaged her lips did he lift his

“Emma, sor…”

“Smack!”

fierce strike to his cheek, Emmeline forcefully shoved him back and stormed

left leaning against the sink in a state of pitiful

to the dining table. Neither of them noticed that