The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Feeling intimidated, the security team hung their heads low and buried their faces in their food.

Sam gave Emmeline a nudge. “Look, Ms. Louise. Mr. Abel is willing to do so much for you. Can’t you give him a chance?”

“I didn’t ask him to, so why should I?” Emmeline expressed contempt.

Sam had no words.

“He could’ve said it before I took the Worryfree drug. It’s too late to say anything now. I don’t love him anymore. I’m considering my next love life now.”

Sam thought to herself. I’ll just keep my mouth shut.

Abel stood before Emmeline. “No, Emma. The next guy for you will still be me. It has to be me. No need to consider it. I didn’t. I never stopped loving you.”

Emmeline downplayed the situation. “You can’t compare your personal experience with others. I might just hit it off with the next guy. Love is strange. You can never control or force it. It happens naturally.”

Abel was at a loss. Jesus Christ. What am I supposed to do now?

D*mn Waylon! Hang on, I should be blaming the Worryfree drug Waylon invented!

Worryfree was a lifesaver but a curse too.

“In any case, I won’t allow you to fall in love with another man!” Abel’s tyranny trait was kicking up again.

Emmeline scoffed. “Hmph. It’s not something for you to decide. You said before that you’d rather love a pig than me, so my love life doesn’t concern you.”

to give himself a slap

was simply

hard to

go and put them in a coffee holder and bag before handing

carried the bag and told Sam, “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll have lunch with Benjamin in the office

widened her eyes and gave Abel

something. What are you going

good husband material, you have children with

a family to be together than apart.

door, and Abel ingratiatingly held the glass door open

be your chauffeur,

not good enough.” Emmeline pursed her lips and

bad choice. I

a

don’t have other

need one. I can drive myself anywhere,” Emmeline

you’re the boss of the Adelmar Group. Someone of your

Emmeline was stumped.

is too important to drive themselves to work. Leave it to me.” Abel took the bag of coffee

thought before nodding.

reached out

hand and glared at him. “Do you have a chauffeur who holds

a pouty face. “Aren’t we crossing the road? I’ll