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.

next day, Abel went to

Alana about the engagement

she heard the news.

months later? Why eight months

this is the

“Um…”

hand. “Mr. Abel, eight months is a

we have

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

engagement! Eight months, it is.

should go if there’s nothing

Abel, can’t you stay with me a little longer?”

go, so some other day,” Abel

forget that I risked my life to save you.”

“I know, or I won’t be so

go

closed the door behind

in

a challenge to be the lady

hospital and took

own car.

not take Luca and

his sécurity

took mere minutes to get from the

he could use some

was not in a hurry to get out of the

his window for a smoke before starting the engine and driving