The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Adam was disgusted with Evelyn, and he didn’t want to talk to her. He wore an icy expression.

Evelyn extended her hand to touch Adam’s face and said, “Mr. Adam, you look much younger and charming without a mustache.”

Adam pushed her hand away. He took out the tissue from his pocket to wipe his face.

Evelyn persisted and made an effort to strike up a conversation. She said, “Mr. Adam, are you the Palace Lord? Otherwise…”

“Slap!”

She received a hard slap from Adam, who then chastised her, “Are you going to die from not talking?”

Evelyn put her hand over her cheek, pursed her lips, and stopped talking.

They immediately headed to Avalan Mansion after passing through the town and went back to Struyria. Adam’s identity was still a secret for now, even though the Imperial Palace’s Palace Lord was under investigation.

Adam thought to himself, I did a great job of hiding my identity.

First, he went upstairs to take a bath and change his clothes. He went downstairs and poured himself a glass of red wine after that. In his opinion, nothing was more enjoyable than having a glass of red wine, if one glass was not enough, he would have two.

Adam admired the alluring red liquid inside the wine glass while swirling it. Red wine requires patience to enjoy; the longer it breathes, the smoother the flavor. If he rushed it, the wine would taste astringent, just like his current feelings for Emmeline.

wine in the glass

meet Flynn? Where do you think

you

lake and that

Lake it is.

something that needs to be dealt with first.” Evelyn gave a nod and said, “Okay, I’ll wait for you to finish what you have to do before I do anything.” After he gulped down the red wine, Adam and his bodyguards sped off to

He briefly experienced some pleasure before being overcome by feelings of disgust and humiliation. He feared that if he let this woman remain by his side, she would keep

Adelmars‘ ancient tome. It was rumored that after ingesting this poison, one would experience unbearable pain when they were burning with desire, where

that is worse than death if she

in the

Avenue, Howard gave him a

this morning and felt a good omen coming from the east, so I knew something lucky was going to

aware that Howard was praising him. This old man relied on the wealthy

medicine from

in response, “There’s no rush

formula the

chuckled and asked, “Deathly Desires? Who had enraged you so badly that you

your business. Just tell me how long it will take to make

be honest, nobody has ever used the poison, but I

in a hurry; please give it to me