The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Not Abel, but your Worryfree.” Emmeline sobbed. “Abel doesn’t love me anymore, but I still love him. I’m so sad. It’s all your fault!”

“How can this be my fault?” Waylon was somewhat aggrieved. “If it weren’t for Worryfree, Abel would have died.”

“But Abel doesn’t love me anymore! I still love him! I’m so sad!”

“That’s easy.” Waylon breathed a sigh of relief, then said unhurriedly, “It’s easy to solve.”

“Easy?” Emmeline asked in surprise, “Do you have a way? Can you make Abel love me again?”

“I can’t confirm that,” Waylon answered, “That depends on your fate with Abel, as well as your attractiveness.”

“Then, what else?” Emmeline pouted angrily. “I thought you had a way.”

“I did have a way,” Waylon said, “I can make you not love him anymore. So you won’t have any troubles.”

taken aback. “What

for you. You can eliminate your feelings for him too. What’s the good of falling

Emmeline was speechless.

doing it for my good.

to feel Emmeline’s gritting teeth. “When you returned to Struyria, I put Worryfree in your suitcase. Drink it instead of falling in love with Abel. When you forget him, you’ll live a better

did not

not love me or fall in love with someone else, it would be better for me not to love him. I’m obsessed with love and hurt myself. But can I

prepared Worryfree for Emmeline. It seemed Waylon knew that if she returned to Struyria to find Abel, she would

from the closet and found a paper bag inside. On the paper bag

pack of medicinal powder deprived Abel of his affection

would be even. They would become

and get married separately. They would not interfere with each other

a little tempted.

the parking lot but stopped it on the sidewalk