The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Emmett is Emmett, how can he be the same?” Abel said impatiently, “Drink, alcohol can’t even make you shut up!”

“I’m just asking, how do you feel about Emmeline now?” Adrien said, “She’s such a great woman, can you really just stop loving her like that?”

“Adrien, are you done yet?” Abel said, growing impatient. “You brought me here today, if we’re just going to talk about this, Emmett and I will leave!”

“Come on, man!” Adrien stood up and grabbed him. “Can’t we change the subject?”

“Fine!” Abel muttered, picking up his glass and taking a sip.

Just the mention of Emmeline made him feel uneasy and annoyed, he couldn’t quite explain the feeling.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked a young lady wearing a wine-red fishtail dress.

The lady squeezed past Luca with a seductive sway and walked into the room.

Now Luca understood. So, the fishtail dress he had gone to such great lengths to find was being worn by this lady.

And this lady…

“Emmeline?” Abel slowly stood up from the couch.

Emmeline also rose to her feet, about to speak, when Adrien grabbed her suit jacket collar.

Emmeline looked at him and suddenly understood Adrien’s intentions.

her, wearing her favorite little dress from the past, just

fixed nervously on

as he looked at the “Emmeline” walking towards him. “Are you

and spoke softly.

herself

one hand. “Emmeline,

and so

was really

like this

with tears, “what’s wrong? Are

you’re back

did you

Abel couldn’t explain.

opened her arms and lunged at him

his tone cold and

role she was playing, couldn’t help

Abel replied, his face stiff and his

“We are the parents of four children, lovers who are in love. What’s wrong with holding each other? Didn’t you used to hold

complicated. What happened in the

me in the past all fake

Abel remained silent.