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.”

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

him, but he could not stomach it at all. He was certain he was going to throw up again if he tried consuming anything. He stood up weakly and carried

and Janie returned to find the remaining dishes on the table. Luca was relieved, thinking that Abel had at least eaten half the food. He thought that Abel’s appetite had improved since they

him about Sam just now.

at him from

in for a hug, but he quickly put his arms back down at his sides, as if he thought better

Sam greeted as soon

toward the carpark. Sam felt her cheeks heat up as she felt the contact from Luca, but it was thankfully too dark for anyone to notice

was up and waiting for Sam in the living room of his suite. He had not eaten anything but seemed

greeted politely. She felt a tinge of guilt keeping her real identity a secret in

seat,”

standing here,” Sam said softly