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.

Adrien tried to keep up,

her.

took fifteen minutes before Emmeline was back in

the garage. and went upstairs to wash

arrived downstairs, Adrien had

the glass door for Emmeline with

“Why do I get a feeling that you’re

I think

you wear

dolled-up women,” Adrien

answered with a grin.

sucking

before I change my

I’ll shut up. I’m very well-behaved. I’ll

are you still talking?” Raising a brow, Emmeline

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

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

seats installed

in the car I can do the school runs now.

have everything thought out, but I should remind you not to

his urge to speak, he

that he should not rush into things. He should keep his cool instead of

and swallowed