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.

behind, Adrien tried to keep up,

her.

Emmeline was back

the bike in the garage. and went upstairs to

Emmeline arrived downstairs, Adrien had pulled

opened the glass door for Emmeline with a

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

I think you’re

you wear beats all

dolled-up women,” Adrien

answered with a grin.

the sucking up

I

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

you still talking?” Raising a brow, Emmeline

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

the extended Rolls Royce today, so he

children’s seats installed in the

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

but I should remind

was stumped. Despite his urge to speak, he

rush into things. He

and swallowed