The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Emma!” Adam dismounted from his horse. “Why are you eating grass?”

“It’s so dark here. I’m so scared. Where am I?” Emmeline pretended to be

afraid.

“But that’s no reason to eat grass.” Adam shook off the sand and dirt on

Emmeline’s shirt.

“I was so scared. I guess I had a panic attack.”

“It’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe now.” Adam held Emmeline’s hand. “Let’s go

back, shall we?”

“Where’s Nightsky? I can ride on my own.” Emmeline didn’t want to ride with
Adam.
“You’re not doing that. God knows where you’ll wander off next time.” Adam
didn’t leave Emmeline any choice. He carried her in his arms and put her on the
horseback. On their way back, Adam didn’t touch where he shouldn’t touch. He
knew very well that to win Emmeline over, he needed to be patient. Meanwhile,
Emmeline felt discomfort in her stomach. But she acted like there was nothing.
Once they were back in the mansion, Adam had his servants help Emmeline get
changed. All of a sudden, Adam’s assistant came with a message. “Mr. Anthony,
the doctor ran away.”
“Henry escaped?” Adam stood up.
“Before we could kill him, he had already disappeared.”

“A bunch of imbeciles!” Adam scowled. “Go look for him now. I want him dead.”

“Yes, Mas… Mr. Anthony. But Henry had only spent two days here. He couldn’t
have known everything.”
“Better safe than sorry,” said Adam.
“Yes, Mr. Anthony. We will look for him.” Adam’s assistant then left.
Adam wasn’t too affected by the minor setback. He was still reeling from the
intimate journey he just had with Emmeline. Who wouldn’t? He wanted to see
Emmeline again, so he entered Emmeline’s room. Coming out of a shower,
Emmeline’s pristine skin was on public display. Adam’s jaw almost fell to the
ground.
Once they were bock in the monsion, Adom hod his servonts help Emmeline get
chonged. All of o sudden, Adom’s ossistont come with o messoge. “Mr. Anthony,
the doctor ron owoy.”
“Henry escoped?” Adom stood up.
“Before we could kill him, he hod olreody disoppeored.”
“A bunch of imbeciles!” Adom scowled. “Go look for him now. I wont him deod.”
“Yes, Mos… Mr. Anthony. But Henry hod only spent two doys here. He couldn’t
hove known everything.”
“Better sofe thon sorry,” soid Adom.
“Yes, Mr. Anthony. We will look for him.” Adom’s ossistont then left.
Adom wosn’t too offected by the minor setbock. He wos still reeling from the

Emmeline. Who wouldn’t? He