The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Hmm,” Abel nodded. “Emmett’s fallen asleep, and I’m here with him.”

Evelyn choked up at the news.

Abel was going to stay here with that… little guy?

Stamping her foot in anger, Evelyn stormed off and hailed a cab, heading straight for Levan Mansion.

Meanwhile, Abel turned back towards the stairs. After the commotion earlier, he didn’t want to risk waking up “Emmett”.

Returning to the guest room, Abel checked on the little guy who was sleeping soundly.

With delicate and soft features, the child’s face was almost like that of a little girl.

Smiling to himself, Abel couldn’t help but extend his finger and pinch the child’s cheek.

The skin was indeed smooth and delicate, even more so than that of a little girl.

“Abel,” Emmeline turned over in her sleep and murmured softly.

The sound of her voice sent shivers down Abel’s spine, leaving him with an indescribable feeling of contentment.

It was as if his lonely soul had been soothed by a soft, gentle touch.

A deep sense of affection swelled up within him.

“Emmett?”

He couldn’t resist the urge to pick up “Emmett” and hold him close, but he felt ridiculous for even having such thoughts.

Could it be possible that he had fallen for this young boy?

was pondering these thoughts, Emmeline sneezed

must have

quickly leaned down and tucked her in, making sure she was warm and

out and wrapped around

but he didn’t want to wake her

next to her, with

snuggled closer to him, curling up

held her close, planting a kiss on her forehead, and

floor had closed for the night, and Sam had returned to her

Luca to stay in one of

decided to sleep in the

sun streamed in through the windshield,

wristwatch, he realized it was already

feeling like

interior of the Rolls-Royce, which

and step out, he noticed a stretch Lincoln pulling into the

it

the parking lot and parked, Rosaline got out followed

Oh no!

himself, this must be Rosaline coming to

have told Madame Ryker something to set this

Abel, only to realize his phone was

to charge it last

hair with his hand, got out

got up to answer the door, Rosaline barged in with

is Mr. Abel?” Rosaline demanded in a cold and

taken aback at the sight of Abel’s mother and immediately understood what was going