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.

to keep up,

her.

minutes before Emmeline was back in the

upstairs to wash up before

the time Emmeline arrived downstairs, Adrien had

for Emmeline with a bright

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.

the sucking up

I

of course! I’ll shut up. I’m very well-behaved. I’ll do whatever

still talking?” Raising a brow, Emmeline

then waddled his way to the car and opened the door to the backseat for

chauffeur to drive the extended Rolls Royce today, so he could take the

seats installed

the car I can do the school runs now. It’s safer,” Adrien looked at the children’s seats and

I should remind you not to get

urge to speak, he

knowing that he should not rush into things. He

and