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?

as he was pondering these thoughts, Emmeline sneezed

have gotten

down and tucked her in, making

out and wrapped around

gently push her away, but he didn’t want to wake her up

lying next to her, with one

him, curling up

kiss on her forehead, and the two of them drifted off to

the

for Luca to stay in one

decided to sleep in the Rolls-Royce for the

through the

wristwatch, he realized it was already seven

eyes, feeling like

interior of the Rolls-Royce, which was just

to open the car door and step out,

recognized it as

parking lot and parked, Rosaline got

Oh no!

this must be Rosaline coming to

was all Evelyn’s fault, she must have told Madame Ryker

phone to call Abel,

charge it

his messy hair with his hand, got out of the Rolls-Royce

got up to answer the door,

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

Abel’s mother and immediately understood what