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

you are

bad

mo

“What do you mean?”

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 this man talking

you mean by saying all of

saying? Are you playing

You’re a despicable

broke free from his restraint,

took

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

who you are, I cannot withstand being

you

made me angry. Why should I

tone, “I’ll say it one more time! Abel Ryker, apologize to me right

was stunned for a moment as he stared blankly

extent of Emmeline’s anger,

the

exploding.

fact, he had just said those in a fit of

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

So.

against the soft but unyielding lips in front

found herself powerless against his embrace, which felt as unyielding as a

ravaged her lips

“Emma, sor…”

“Smack!”

strike to his cheek, Emmeline

against the sink

in conversation when she returned to the dining