The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“I’m worried about her, of course!” Waylon huffed. “Are you two still children? I can’t be worried about you all the time!”

Abel had no response to that.

“I should’ve brought Emma to Macsen Villa. None of this would have happened!”

“Even if she goes to Macsen Villa, that’s not going to stop me from dreaming about her, right?” Abel groaned.

Waylon rolled his eyes. He was at a loss for a reply.

Well, I can’t be guarding Abel whenever he sleeps and poking him with a needle whenever he starts dreaming, right?

Abel’s pain gradually subsided in the ice water.

His head was spinning, and he soon fell unconscious.

Waylon took his pulse and concluded that the episode was over. Abel should wake up after sleeping for the night.

But what could they do next?

He remembered Emmeline was still outside the door, so he stood up and went out.

Emmeline was wrapped up in a quilt. She was sleeping while leaning her head against the door.

There were still tears in her eyes.

though he could not help but feel sorry for her. He picked her up

as Waylon placed Emmeline on the bed, she opened her eyes and asked, “Waylon, how… how

under

me, right? Did

The cracks reopened. It’ll take at least a week this time,” Waylon

was about

about you! Does he think he can get around Deathly

if she should feel happy because Abel was still thinking of her, or feel

I can’t tell if he’ll dream about

blame me. I didn’t mean to enter his dreams,”

any case, the most urgent problem at hand is the antidote. I should get

a glass of warm water for Emmeline,

blanket. She did

she was a skilled researcher, she had to admit she

the time the sun rose, her eyes

she had to hold the fort at Ryker Group,

downstairs to

pastry chef

tarts, Ms. Louise. Would you like to try

tarts