The Quadruplets Are Mine?

From the rearview mirror, Luca glanced at Emmeline and spoke, “Ms. Louise, I know it was you all along, even the setup earlier was orchestrated by me and Mr. Adrien. We meant well, but we didn’t expect Mr. Abel’s reaction to be so extreme.”

Emmeline replied, “So you also recognized me. Adrien must have told you.”

Luca nodded, “Yes, Mr. Adrien had good intentions this time, otherwise, I wouldn’t have collaborated with him.”

“I understand,” Emmeline said, looking down with a hint of sadness.

“You can’t blame Mr. Abel though,” Luca said. “Worryfree of The Adelmar Clan is no joke. Mr. Abel remembers everything about you, but he just doesn’t feel any emotional connection. He can’t help it.”

“I don’t blame him,” Emmeline choked up. “I know Waylon saved Abel back then. If I hadn’t survived, Abel would be in the best state he could ever be in.”

“But the situation is complicated now,” Luca furrowed his brow. “How are you two going to coexist in the future?”

“I heard from Waylon that the only way to make the cold symptoms return is through heavy exposure,” Emmeline said hoarsely.

“Heavy exposure?” Luca glanced at Emmeline again through the rearview mirror. “Ms. Louise, with someone like you, making Mr. Abel succumb wouldn’t be difficult. No man can resist a woman like you.”

“I’ll stay by his side like this for a while,” Emmeline said, her eyes downcast. “I believe that his feelings for Emmett are actually his feelings for me. He just accepted Emmett instead of Emmeline.”

Mr. Abel would really

open the

was afraid that a few words wouldn’t

decided to hold off on talking for

from the counter. “No wonder Mr. Abel called and asked me to prepare lunch for

Emmeline nodded. “Yes.”

“Why did you suddenly come back

Luca, who was supposed to be by Mr.

hurt by that heartless and fickle Abel, so I came back

“Hurt?” Sam looked concerned.

and hurried over, grabbing Emmeline’s arm to check, “Where are you hurt? Let me see! I’m going to

pointed to her heart,

eyes, “That’s not Mr.

cook Waylon and feed him to Abel? Will that cure

said there’s no cure for Worryfree. Eating

I do?” Emmeline shrugged helplessly, tears welling up