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.”

said. “Otherwise, Mr. Abel would really be a

at the Nightfall Cafe. Luca watched as Emmeline pushed open the glass door and went in before stepping

Sam, but he was afraid that a few words wouldn’t

hold off on

“No wonder Mr. Abel called and asked me to

Emmeline nodded. “Yes.”

you suddenly come back alone?

was supposed to be by

heartless and fickle Abel, so I

“Hurt?” Sam looked concerned.

hurried over, grabbing Emmeline’s arm to check, “Where are you hurt? Let me see! I’m going to go find Mr. Abel and give him a piece of

pointed to her heart, “It’s an

“That’s not Mr. Abel’s fault, blame

I do then?” Emmeline sniffled, “Should I cook Waylon

“Mr. Waylon said there’s no cure for Worryfree. Eating him

what should I do?” Emmeline shrugged helplessly, tears welling up