The Quadruplets Are Mine?

The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 19

A nursery rhyme?! The crowd roared with laughter.

“Alana, you’re too Kind,” Alondra said. “I’m not sure if she could even manage a nursery rhyme…”

“Emmeline, ignore them!” Julianna bellowed. “It’s no big deal if you can’t play the piano! After all, you gave me three grandchildren!”

Rosaline glared at Julianna spitefully. Julianna had indirectly insulted Abel for not being able to have more children than Adrien.

“Hmm, let me give it a go, since it’s a party after all!” Emmeline tried to diffuse the tension.

“Go on! You could try ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star’, or ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’,” Alana encouraged her cousin.

Emmeline ‘took a seat at the piano. She pushed her luscious locks away from her face before placing her fingers on the piano keys tentatively.

The first few notes she played were indeed the starting notes to ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’, but they sounded awkward and disjointed. Alana was secretly pleased to note the jeers and jibes from the crowd. However, all of a sudden, Emmeline’s fingers picked up the pace and burst into a smooth, tuneful melody. She was playing ‘A Comme Amour’, a famous piece by Richard Clayderman. The piece started out soft and playful, but Emmeline was building up toward a more melancholic climax.

The crowd was stunned in silence as they watched Emmeline play the piano. Abel Ryker too was

completely mesmerized by the

front of him. He

overseas, but

her hands were still deftly maneuvering the piano keys, not breaking melody. Abel’s heart

to her plan. She was just about to stop Emmeline when Abel placed his hand on the keyboard gently, silently asking Emmeline for permission to duet. Emmeline immediately understood his request

piece from the middle. Together, they finished the

at playing the piano, she even got a chance to duet with Abel. The whole of Struyria knew that she was

with anger. “How dare you seduce my fiancé?!” She raised a menacing hand, ready to give

her away from Emmeline forcefully. “Watch your words, we were never engaged to begin with,” he growled in a low

“Abel…” Alåna cried out.

speak to me so

hot tears. All her party guests were witnesses to her

chandelier lights dimmed. A violinist began to play ‘Happy Birthday’ as hundreds of candles lit up the hall. The crowd clapped excitedly as a man dressed up

for the birthday

announced. “Then we’ll all

livestreamed so the entire Struyria can join my