The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“You’ve got guts,” Adam stood up but turned to Emmeline and said, “Little bro, you can come to hang out with me anytime. I’m Adam and I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“You’ve got guts,” Adam stood up but turned to Emmeline and said, “Little bro, you can come to hang out with me anytime. I’m Adam and I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“I…” Emmeline leaned into Abel’s embrace, “I don’t like you, I only like Mr. Ryker.”

“Well then, you two have fun,” Adam smirked and left.

“I told you this isn’t a place for you to come,” Abel held Emmeline and sat her down. “At your age, it’s better to go home and focus on your studies. Don’t get into trouble too early.”

“I don’t want to study anymore,” Emmeline said with a pitiful face. “With my family’s wealth, I can eat and drink and spend for several lifetimes. It’s making me anxious just thinking about it. How can I focus on studying?”

“So, you’re just going to waste away like this?” Abel tilted his head and looked at her. “You’re young, you should have dreams and goals.”

“What about Mr. Ryker’s dreams and goals?” Emmeline also tilted her head and looked at him.

Suddenly, Abel realized that the young man in front of him was like a woman. A charming and agile little woman. And even… somewhat like Emmeline.

Emmeline?

Abel shook his head.

“As for my dreams and goals…” he thought for a moment, “I should continue to grow and strengthen the Ryker family.”

“Ugh, how boring,” Emmeline pouted. “All this talk is just about money.”

“Well, it’s not just about money,” Abel said. “People are always looking to challenge themselves.”

“But…” Emmeline looked at him. “I saw online that Mr. Ryker has a child and a woman named Emmeline, who’s also quite pretty. But why haven’t I heard Mr. Ryker mention her?”

“Why should I?” Abel frowned.

“Don’t you love her?”

“I’m like

“Ugh!” Emmeline sighed deeply.

love for me has

you would have really had

always clinging to me

at the

am I supposed to

sadness washed over Emmeline, and she lifted her glass,

tolerance was never good, and after just one or two drinks, she was already looking at Abel with

Abel took the glass from her

mustache made him feel an inexplicable tenderness

her head, feeling dizzy. She couldn’t

into Abel’s arms and pretended to be

drink for three days and three

of love, it’s all a scam, drinking, drinking is the real

furrowing his brows. “Emmett, you’ve hed too much

Emmeline hed elreedy fellen “esleep” in his

Abel

reelly hed

kid.” Abel bent down end picked her up,

ere we teking this kid? We don’t even know

little guy needs someone to teke cere of him efter drinking too

cerried “Emmett” through

help but feel thet this “little guy” wes surprisingly light end delicete like he

felt e rush of euphorie from the sensetion of holding Emmeline but then shuddered es he reelized whet he wes feeling. Wes he reelly sterting to heve issues

questioning glences directed towerd him. Wes