The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1280 Hubby, Teach Me

“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?”

“I admit that I lost to you in the race,” Sonia’s face lifted, “but I believe that in table tennis, you may not be my match!”

Steiner just witnessed it; I am indeed not

table tennis.”

with me, is that

it just a game of table tennis? Although I

try?” Sonia coldly smiled and said,

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said. “I’ll have my husband give me some

Mr. Abel can train Ms. Emmeline into a skilled player in such

shall we?” Emmeline smiled lightly, turning to Abel and saying. “Hubby, teach me.”

Abel nodded. “I’m willing to serve my

black face and didn’t want to hear the two of

“wife” was like a sharp sword, ruthlessly stabbing at

a pool cue and handed her pink

lady who was practicing with them also set up a table of

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

angle, shoot faster; keep your wrist steady; don’t shake. The ball can go into

it to Emmeline.

arm, and hit the ball; the two

turned black from watching.

the others

“Bang!”

stroke, the ball opened, and four of them