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.

he could not help but feel sorry for her. He picked her up with his arms

on the bed, she opened her eyes and

were under control,

see me, right? Did the condition of his body worsen?” Emmeline asked

The cracks reopened. It’ll take at least a week this

to cry again. “He was about to recover soon. Now he has

okay, but he had to dream about you! Does he think he can get around Deathly Desire that

if she should feel happy because

can’t tell if he’ll dream about you again.

me. I didn’t mean

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

Emmeline, watched her drink it, and returned to the

She

was a skilled researcher, she had to admit she

the sun rose,

the fort at Ryker Group, she had to

went downstairs to

met the pastry chef in

tarts, Ms. Louise. Would you like

no appetite, but the tarts looked tantalizing,