The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel flushed his vomit down the toilet and wiped his face with a cold towel before entering the room. Luca could immediately tell that something was wrong with Abel as soon as he caught sight of his deathly pale face and beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

“Mr. Abel, are you alright?” Luca asked worriedly.

“I’m fine,” Abel managed to muster. “Just a little tired after showering…”

“Get some rest after dinner, Mr. Abel. You don’t look too good…” Luca said.

“Sure,” Abel said before turning to his butler. “Please serve the food now.” The butler and waiters quickly organized themselves, serving and presenting the dishes neatly in front of Abel before quietly leaving the room.

“Guys, don’t worry about me,” Abel told Luca and Janie. “Go out to a restaurant for your dinner.”

“Ms. Eastwood and I will stay here with you, Mr. Abel,” Luca was adamant.

“How can I eat comfortably with you two staring at me like that?” Abel chuckled. “I’m fine, really. Go and have a meal before picking Sam up.”

Abel, but they knew better than to disobey his instructions. Finally, they decided to leave Abel in search

up again

Abel’s appetite had improved since they were close to finding Emma now. Luca peeked into Abel’s bedroom and found him resting on the bed with his eyes closed. He put a

had reminded him about Sam just now. He waited at the airport lobby until Sam’s flight finally

waved at him

like he was inviting Sam in for a hug, but he quickly put his arms back down at his sides, as if he thought better of it. Sam too resisted the urge to rush over to Luca and instead just

as soon as

arm gently as he led her toward the carpark. Sam felt her cheeks heat up as she felt the contact from Luca, but it was thankfully too

was up and waiting for Sam in the living room of his suite. He had not eaten anything but seemed to feel slightly better after having a short nap. His pale complexion only

of guilt keeping her real identity a secret in front

a seat,” Abel

here,” Sam said softly