The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Emmett’s a boy,” Abel said. “At his age, I couldn’t even tell how old women were.”

“Emmett’s a boy,” Abel said. “At his age, I couldn’t even tell how old women were.”

“Yeah,” Emmeline chimed in. “To me, she looks about the same age as our maid. What’s the big deal?”

“Forget about it,” Abel ruffled her hair. “Let’s go to Nightfall Cafe.”

“Mr. Abel,” Evelyn spoke up anxiously. “Aren’t you going to stay home with me?”

“I’m going out for coffee with my little bro here,” Abel said, putting his arm around “Emmett’s” shoulder. “You can eat dinner by yourself.”

“But, Mr. Abel…” Evelyn protested.

Abel ignored her and walked out with “Emmett,” two “men” on a mission.

Luca hastily texted Sam: “Mr. Abel went to get coffee, you’re not closed, are you?”

Sam read the message and knew that Ms. Louise had “abducted” Abel to come over.

He quickly replied to Luca: “I was about to close, but since Mr. Abel is here, I’ll stay open a little longer. After all, he’s the one who pays me triple.”

Luca replied: “Okay, we’ll be there in a bit.”

Sam sent a winking emoji.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Abel’s Rolls-Royce pulled into the parking lot across the street.

Sam leaned against the glass door and saw Emmeline and Abel walking towards him, arm in arm.

From a distance, Emmeline really did look like a cool, handsome young man, and her appearance didn’t disappoint up close.

the road and entered the coffee shop, Emmeline strolled around with one hand in her

this place is pretty nice. I like

gentleman,” Sam greeted them as they approached the counter. “Would you

of Sam. “Could you brew us two cups of coffee, no sugar or

seat,” Sam smiled. “The coffee will be

and complimented Sam, “You’re such a sweet and pretty little lady. I wonder

knowing that Emmeline was intentionally saying that to

enough, Luca’s face turned red

turned around and pointed at Luca in surprise. “Luca, I was complimenting this young lady, why are

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Luce excleimed. “You like Emmett