The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Emmeline grabbed his shoulders and turned Adrien around. Facing his ride, Adrien ended up giving his sports car a Kug.

“Emma, can’t I hold you? I’m the father of your children, you know!” Adrien got up from his car hood.

“Let me stop you there. Don’t bring that up again. I agreed to have dinner together as a friend. We can cancel dinner if you get other ideas. You can forget us being friends,” Emmeline replied.

“Okay. I won’t think otherwise. We can start with friends.” Adrien put his hands up in surrender.

“Okay. My bike is up ahead. I’ll head home for a change of

clothes. Wait for me outside the café.”

“Alright!” Emmeline’s wish was Adrien’s command.

Just before pulling his car door open, he flirtatiously called out to Emmeline.

“What do you want now?” Annoyed, Emmeline looked back.

“Emma, put on something pretty.”

With a scowl, Emmeline was about to tell him to beat it.

Reading the room, Adrien swung his door open and jumped inside.

Emmeline rode her bike, traversing along the road.

tried to keep up,

her.

fifteen minutes before Emmeline was back in

garage. and went upstairs

time Emmeline arrived downstairs, Adrien had pulled up at

door for

gave him a skeptical look. “Why do I get a feeling that you’re up

think

you wear beats all

dolled-up women,” Adrien

answered with a grin.

sucking up

Stop it before I change

course! I’ll shut up. I’m very well-behaved. I’ll do whatever you say.” Adrien bowed

Raising a

over his mouth. He then waddled his way to the car and opened the

extended Rolls Royce today, so

had children’s seats installed

do the school runs now. It’s safer,” Adrien looked at the

out, but I should remind you not to get any ideas

was stumped. Despite his urge to

shuddered, knowing that he should not rush into things. He should keep his cool instead of getting

and swallowed