The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Face is something you give yourself,” Emmeline replied, “not something others bestow upon you.

“I just wanted to learn from Mr. Abel because he plays basketball so well,” Sonia said, “but Mr. Abel treats us like enemies.”

“Isn’t that the case?” Abel sneered, “Nightfall Cafe caused trouble, and there was an incident. in Dracovia. Are we not enemies?”

Sonia’s face turned pale as she said, “Mr. Abel, I apologize for what happened at Nightfall Cafe. It was my mom who saw me injured during the race and acted out of concern for me. I know I was wrong, but what do you mean by the incident in Dracovia? Mr. Abel, please don’t falsely accuse others. Even if we haven’t become a family, based on our past relationship, you shouldn’t say such things about me.”

“Calling you “light” would be an understatement,” Abel coldly sneered. “If I find out who is behind the incident in Dracovia, I won’t be as polite as I am today!”

Sonia remained silent.

Her mom had told her that the people sent to Dracovia had their limbs broken by Abel.

“Emma, the air here is not good.” Abel furrowed his brows and said, “Let’s go do something else.”

“Hold on,” Sonia said. “Since Mr. Abel refuses to teach me, can I learn from Ms. Louise about the overall situation?”

Abel was about to defend Emmeline, but she coldly laughed and said, “Miss Steiner is my defeated subordinate. What else does she want to learn?”

in the race,” Sonia’s face lifted, “but I believe that in table tennis, you

Emmeline smiled faintly, “Miss Steiner just witnessed it; I am indeed not

to compete with me, is that it?” Sonia sneered, squinting at Emmeline.

of table tennis? Although I am a beginner,

case, why not give it a try?” Sonia coldly smiled and said, “Considering that Ms. Louise is a beginner, I’ll give you three

husband give me some pointers,

“Fine, I’ll see how Mr. Abel can train Ms. Emmeline into a skilled player in such

give it a try, shall we?” Emmeline smiled lightly, turning to Abel and

nodded. “I’m willing

a black face and didn’t want to hear the two of them calling each other

use of “husband” and “wife” was like a sharp sword, ruthlessly stabbing at her heart.

Emmeline choose a pool cue and handed her

who was practicing with them also set up a table

behind Emmeline, his tall figure pressing against her slender waist. He bent down, circling his arm around her waist, helping her grip the

don’t shake. The ball

patiently explained it to

her, let him grip her arm, and hit the ball; the two of them were intimately intertwined.

black

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