The Quadruplets Are Mine?

After buying a diamond necklace from Bvlgari, Abel went back to Ryker Group to work all afternoon.

In the evening, he returned to The Precipice after getting off work.

It was getting dark, and the lights in the villa were brightly lit.

Emmeline was learning how to make pastries with the new pastry chef in the kitchen.

Although her vision was still unclear, she did not delay doing things.

Seeing how she was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, Abel did not think she was unhappy.

In fact, Emmeline had already gotten over it.

She was not utterly consumed with her feelings.

She would still do the things that she enjoyed.

She had never forced herself to get anything!

It really could not work out, she could still be a contented queen!

"Ms. Louise," The pastry chef said, "You are the quickest learner and best performer of all the people I have ever taught!"

"Really?" Emmeline was also very happy, "Not the one who could only understand but could not do it, right?"

"Not at all," The pastry chef said, "Look at this canele, it is better than mine, is it not?"

"Not just the shape, but also the taste. It is only good if it also tastes good!"

The pastry chef was about to try it himself, when he looked up and saw Abel coming.

"Mr. Abel, you came at the right time, try the canele made by Ms. Louise, is it good?"

Emmeline also turned around after hearing the words.

Behind her was a tall and domineering figure, dressed in a black suit, which made him cold and handsome.

"Abel, you are back," Emmeline pursed her lips and said, "Then be a taster for me, and how much would you rate for my canele?"

Abel did not usually enjoy desserts, he was not interested in anything sweet at all.

However, Emmeline was expectant, so he still picked up a piece of canele and put it in his mouth.

Emmeline and the pastry chef looked at him without blinking.

Abel chewed slowly, swallowed, and picked up another piece.

Emmeline smacked his hands, "I am asking you, what do you think about the taste? Do not just blindly eat."

"Do you still need to ask?"

Abel raised his sword eyebrows, his starry eyes sparkled.

"I do not like desserts, but after eating a piece just now, I still want to eat it. Do you think it is delicious or not?"

"Wow! That means it is delicious!"

Emmeline smiled, and her peach blossom eyes instantly turned into crescent moons.

"Then I can make some more tomorrow and send them to Munchkin and uncle and aunt."

"Great!" Abel put the canele into his mouth and said, "Adam finally did a good thing this time."

The pastry chef hurriedly nodded and bowed, "Mr. Adam ordered, Ms. Louise likes to eat desserts, so I must take good care of her."

"I will give you a raise later," Abel said, "Just work here."

"That is really kind of you, thank you Mr. Abel," The pastry chef quickly accepted.

Adam asked him to come here to make desserts, and at the same time asked him to be a watchdog.

This time Abel left him, just as he wanted.

"Emma," Abel took Emmeline's hand, "I have a present for you."

"What is it?" Emmeline fluttered her long eyelashes, she had already forgotten about the Bvlgari diamond necklace.