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.”

shut the door firmly in

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

no need to fear

tell them nothing happened between us. Who’s going

had to admit she had a point.

in his arms without doing anything about it, they would suspect he was either

at that moment, Emmeline’s

as if he had just bitten down on a lemon. It must be Benjamin, calling to check up on

at her phone screen, the name on the display read,

set?” Abel blinked. “What

already snatched up the phone to answer

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

replied. “Everyone’s here on set except for

film crew. Her face burned. “Yes, yes, everything’s okay. I haven’t forgotten about the stunt job, Mr.

as soon as you can;

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

she pulled the

involuntarily. “What are you doing? Why

you out of your mind, taking a stunt job? Has being poor stunted your

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 stunted my brain. The coffee shop isn’t

turned and reached for his wallet, then pulled out a

more.

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