The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Are you talking about Evelyn?” Abel frowned.

“Yes, that’s right. I seem to recall that you get along with her well. Besides, Evelyn has a thing for you.”

“But I don’t feel for her that way. This is closed for discussion.” Feeling drained, Abel waved his arm.

“Abel, is Emmeline the only one for you?”

Abel kept to himself, but he was certain of that fact.

“Daddy, I want Emmeline to be my mommy.” Timothy ventured down the stairs.

“Kids should not interfere when

adults are talking.” Rosaliné lovingly made a face.

“But Granny, you saw it. Alana

doesn’t love me. Emmeline treats me like a son.”

Rosaline was without a word as Timothy got her stumped.

Feeling bad, Abel put his hands out and pulled his son into his arms. He shuffled the little man’s hair.

“Daddy, are you going to make Emmeline my mommy?”

“I will try. Be a good boy now.” Abel kissed his son’s face.

“I will try hard with you, Daddy.”

“Okay. We will succeed together!”

Abel gave a nod.

Rosaline helplessly sighed.

day, Abel went to

Alana about

moment she heard the news.

Eight months later? Why eight months

is the date given by Grandad’s trusty

“Um…”

“Mr. Abel, eight months is

have

his arm, Abel callously responded, “No. That’s the date the wedding planner put together after considering the planning and attendees. Otherwise, our other option is to call the party

cancel the engagement! Eight months, it is. I’ll wait.” Alana nearly

nothing else.

Mr. Abel, can’t you stay with me a little longer?” Alana took Abel’s hand

so some other

I risked my life to save

falling, Abel nodded. “I know, or I won’t

go

Abel closed the door behind

in the

a challenge to be the

left the hospital and

own car.

not take Luca and

did his sécurity detail

minutes to get from the Ryker Group to

could use some

a hurry to get out of the car

for a smoke before starting the engine