The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel glanced at the time in his backyard home. It was half past noon.

At this moment, Emma should be at the banquet.

Abel chuckled to himself. He poured himself half a glass of white wine and downed it in one. gulp.

A spicy sensation traveled down his throat and warmed his chest, bringing him great pleasure.

Abel wouldn’t have another glass; he wouldn’t allow himself to get drunk.

The banquet ended at two o’clock in the afternoon, and Emmeline returned to her parents” house.

She took off the gold ring and thought about throwing it from the third floor.

After some consideration, she realized it wouldn’t be right because the ring was bought by Abel. She couldn’t throw it away.

But where should I wear it? None of her ten fingers were suitable. She decided to place it in the jewelry box.

She didn’t want those three dresses, not a single one. She picked up the clothes and stuffed them into the trash can.

The trash can couldn’t hold everything. What should I do?

Right, throw them downstairs.

And that suitcase, it was so eye–catching and looked disturbingly conspicuous.

It wasn’t hers either, and she didn’t want it. She decided to drag it downstairs as well.

What else? What else? What else?

Emmeline paced back and forth in the hallway.

wanted to throw everything away.

noticed her sister’s unus

and was startled.

bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma,

head and squatted on the floor. “I want

frightening

suddenly rang. It was Abel calling.

at home, but today, he

hurriedly ran to the terrace and whispered, “Abel.”

Abel asked. “Is Emma okay?”

worry about her,” Maxwell said coldly. “I’ll take care

Emma

“Hannah is with her.”

an eye on her.

Emma again,” Maxwell said, “but you have to promise me one

“What? Tell me.”

month,” Maxwell said in a low voice, find a

can’t do it,” Abel said immediately. “Not in a month, not even in ten years. I no longer have the heart to do so.

phone hung up, and Maxwell held the phone,

the afternoon, the client arrived.

treated the client to pasta

pasta until nine

had eaten any pasta. Drinking on

seeing off the client, Luca drove and took

deep sleep. He hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, as he had been running by

him in,