The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Emmeline heard the footsteps fade away and couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy in Abel’s embrace. The alcohol had started to take its toll and she felt a little fuzzy.

Emmeline heard the footsteps fade away and couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy in Abel’s embrace. The alcohol had started to take its toll and she felt a little fuzzy.

Like a kitten, she snuggled into Abel’s arms, curling up into a ball. Abel held her close and wondered why he felt so affectionate towards this “little man.” His heart was filled with a tender feeling of love and care.

Emmeline stayed curled up in Abel’s arms as he patiently comforted her. Before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

Under the influence of alcohol, Abel too had drifted off to sleep for what seemed like ages. Meanwhile, Evelyn couldn’t hear any noise from the room, and there was no sign of Abel leaving the guest room. She was quite puzzled.

She quietly made her way upstairs and approached the door, peering through the crack to take a peek inside. But what she saw almost made her faint.

There was the big man, holding onto the “little man,” sleeping soundly together like two peas in a pod. Evelyn couldn’t help but question her entire existence.

Abel was snuggled up with another man, and instead of feeling disgusted, they were so sweet together. This could only mean one thing, and Evelyn refused to accept it.

“Cough, cough!” She cleared her throat loudly, trying to wake them up.

As expected, Abel woke up with a start and was surprised to find himself holding onto “Emmett,” quickly sitting up in a panic.

“Mr. Abel,” Evelyn whispered from the doorway, “would you like me to make some hangover soup?”

Abel looked down at “Emmett” in his arms, her little face flushed from sleep.

“No need, let him sleep a little longer,” Abel replied.

“How about I make you a cup of tea?” Evelyn suggested, her voice meek. “Tea can help with the hangover too.”

“Okay,” Abel agreed, getting out of bed.

In her sleep, Emmeline felt a cold breeze and slowly opened her eyes.

her eyes and said,

“did we

Emmeline’s

woke up,” Emmeline

already dinner time. Why don’t we get up

sure,” Emmeline said as she sat up. She turned to Evelyn at the door and said, “Hey, you, auntie, why don’t you go prepare dinner?

and “auntie”? Suppressing her anger, she leaned against the door frame and said, “Take a

rubbed her eyes and said, “Oh, she’s a maid, then hurry up and go cook dinner for us, Mr. Ryker

Maid?

Are you blind?

whole family is

so angry that she snorted

what’s wrong with her?” Emmeline looked at Abel

sighed, “She’s e

scretched her heed, “I thought she wes e meid, I must heve been misteken. I’ll epologize

got up from the bed, put on her slippers, end

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the room, end when she heerd the voice in the

seid she wes

her e middle-eged

she’s

engry, the older you’ll look, end the older you look,

Evelyn collepsed onto

guest room, “let it

Auntie is engry,” Emmeline pouted,

e women’s ege,” Abel seid, “don’t

Emmeline