The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 151

The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 151

Quentin had no choice. He bent down, preparing to give Alana CPR.

Before he could do so, Alana drew in a deep gulp of air and wheezed, “I…I’m much better now.”

Quentin straightened up, feeling considerably relieved; however, he could not help being somewhat disappointed as well.

Alana took another few labored breaths, then gave Abel her most pitiful look.

Abel deliberately averted his gaze and refused to look at her. Instead, he told Quentin, “Take her back to the hospital, Dr. Anderson. Make sure nothing happens to her.”

“Abel…” Alana protested, pouting

all teary-eyed like a spoiled child.

“I’ll visit you later.” Abel gestured impatiently and turned away.

“Let’s go, Ms. Lane,” Dr. Anderson murmured, wheeling her downstairs.

“All of you, leave now,” Abel ordered. “Everything’s fine here.”

Luca hurriedly ushered everyone out of the room like a mother hen herding a disobedient brood.

Abel stopped him at the door before he left as well. “Luca, give the children breakfast, then send them to kindergarten.”

“Yes, Mr. Abel. I’ll do that.”

door

face.

blankets where she had buried herself the moment everyone invaded the room. “Oh shit, oh shit, how

said placatingly. “There’s no need to fear rumors if

nothing happened between us. Who’s going to believe you?” Emmeline shot back

Abel had to admit she had a point. If

the night with a beautiful woman in his arms without doing anything about it, they would suspect he was

that moment, Emmeline’s phone

down on a lemon. It must be Benjamin, calling to check

glanced at her phone screen, the name on the display

Abel blinked. “What

up the phone to answer the

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

Emma,” Simon replied. “Everyone’s here on set except

Emmeline recall that she had taken on a stunt job with the film crew. Her face burned. “Yes, yes, everything’s okay. I haven’t

as you

up at once. As she turned, Abel leaned over and stared at her full

that she pulled the covers

shrank back involuntarily. “What are you doing? Why are

eyed her narrowly. “Emmeline Louise, are you out of your mind, taking a stunt job? Has being poor stunted your brain

brain? Emmeline stared right back at Abel, bereft of speech for a good few seconds before she pulled herself together enough to retort, “That’s right, being poor has definitely

turned and reached for his wallet, then pulled out a bank card. “Is

more.

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