The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Evelyn’s foot had completely healed and no longer hurt. But she had to pretend to limp for two more days, or Abel would kick her out without hesitation.

Evelyn’s foot had completely healed and no longer hurt. But she had to pretend to limp for two more days, or Abel would kick her out without hesitation.

The Rolls-Royce was parked in its designated spot, and Abel stepped out from the back seat.

“Mr. Abel, you’re back,” Evelyn said sweetly, her face adorned with a gentle smile.

But Abel ignored her and leaned into the car, embracing someone.

Evelyn’s heart tightened in her chest.

Whom did Abel bring back with him?

As Abel turned with Emmeline in his arms, Evelyn was left dumbfounded.

Why was he carrying a man?

The man looked like he was passed out drunk and was tightly snuggled against Abel’s broad chest, making Evelyn feel very uncomfortable.

“Mr. Abel, who is this man you’re carrying?” she asked.

“He’s just a little brother,” Abel replied. “He had too much to drink.”

Emmeline stirred in Abel’s arms, turning her head slightly.

Evelyn caught a glimpse of the man’s half-face. What a stunningly beautiful face it was, with a hint of wickedness that was enough to bewitch anyone.

Evelyn’s mind went blank.

Was Mr. Abel…

Attracted to men?

Abel carried Emmeline into the lobby and placed her on the sofa.

you watch him for me?” Abel instructed Qin Yao. “Don’t let him

“Sure thing,” Evelyn replied.

crouched down in front of the sofa and watched over Emmeline, making sure he

eyes slightly and glanced at his

his words: “My shoes,

want her to take off

before, was at a loss for what to do. After

there in a daze, Emmeline started kicking her feet

flew off and hit Evelyn in

down, fell to the ground with a cry. “How

and continued to

glass of water

still nursing her red face from being hit by Emmeline’s shoe, stood up and said, “Mr. Abel, this man kicked off his

be?” Abel frowned, “Emmett had too much

welled up in Evelyn’s eyes, “He wanted me to take off his shoes, but I didn’t, and he kicked them off and

to argue with a drunk person?” Abel grew impatient,

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stood behind,