The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“But Mr. Adrien,” Luca frowned, “I know you miss Ms. Louise, but don’t go jumping to conclusions about Emmett. He’s Emmett, not Emmeline.”

“You blockhead!” Adrien jumped up and gave him a smack on the head. “Emmett, Emmett, doesn’t it sound a lot like Emmeline?”

“Mr. Adrien, you can’t just assume that Emmett is Emmeline just because their names are similar,” Luca rubbed his head. “There are plenty of people with similar names!”

“Emma has admitted it to me!” Adrien said. “Why are you still arguing with me?”

Luca was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up. “Mr. Adrien, has Emmett admitted to being Ms. Louise? So she’s not dead?”

“That’s right!” Adrien said. “But she says that Abel was drugged with some kind of forgetfulness potion and doesn’t feel anything for her anymore. She’s afraid to reveal her true identity, in case Abel rejects her.”

“It’s not a forgetfulness potion,” Luca said. “It’s Worryfree, and I personally fed it to Mr. Abel.”

“You idiot!” Adrien jumped up again and slapped him. “You dare to use such a low trick?”

“I didn’t know it was that kind of drug at the time,” Luca rubbed his head, feeling wronged. “I just wanted to save Mr. Abel.”

explanation,” Adrien sighed. “It’s

what should we do now?” Adrien asked, eager

them. We should help them get together. Do you want to keep your

feelings or not,

out a

Mr. Abel, he shows no interest and

necessarily true,” Adrien said. “We can try a

Luca asked. “What approach and

I’ll tell you,” Adrien waved

leaned in to

whispered in his ear

possible?” Luca

Abel really cares about

it a

to get Emma’s old clothes.

This idea caught Luca