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.

to throw

suddenly noticed her sister’s unus

startled. She hugged

took her to the bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma, what’s wrong with

on the floor. “I

streaming down, frightening Hannah, who held her tightly.

suddenly rang. It was

called the landline at home, but today, he called

to the

“Is

Maxwell said coldly. “I’ll take care of

if Emma is safe, Abel

“Hannah is

“That’s good. Please keep an eye on her.

Maxwell said, “but you have to promise me one

“What? Tell me.”

in a low voice, find a wife and bring her home.”

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

held the phone, lost in thought.

in the afternoon,

treated the client to pasta at

ate pasta until nine o’clock at night.

days since Abel had eaten any pasta. Drinking on an empty stomach, he soon felt the effects

the client, Luca drove and took Abel back to his home

pillow, Abel fell into a deep sleep. He hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, as he had

him in, and