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.

emerged from under the blankets where she had buried herself the moment everyone invaded the room. “Oh shit, oh shit, how the hell am I going to show my face in

we shouldn’t,” Abel said placatingly. “There’s no need to

mess to them and tell them nothing happened between us. Who’s going to believe you?” Emmeline

admit she

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

that moment,

bitten down on a lemon. It must be Benjamin,

screen, the name on the display read,

set?” Abel blinked. “What film

the phone to answer

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

replied. “Everyone’s here on

stunt job with the film crew. Her face burned. “Yes, yes, everything’s okay. I haven’t forgotten about the stunt job, Mr. Faughn! Something came up, that’s all. I’ll be there

here as soon as you can; everyone’s

turned, Abel leaned

much that she pulled

involuntarily. “What are you doing? Why are you giving me the

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

bereft of speech for a good few seconds before she pulled herself together enough to retort, “That’s right, being poor has definitely

his wallet, then pulled out a bank card. “Is ten million enough?

more.

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