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.”

the door firmly

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

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

go explain the entire mess to them and tell them nothing happened between us. Who’s

to admit she had

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

at that moment, Emmeline’s

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

screen, the name on the display read, “Film

blinked. “What film

snatched up the

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

Simon replied. “Everyone’s here on set except for you.

okay. I haven’t forgotten about the stunt job, Mr. Faughn! Something came up, that’s all. I’ll

soon as

hung up at once. As she turned, Abel leaned over and

much that she pulled the covers up over

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

out of your mind, taking

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

then pulled out a bank card. “Is ten million enough? If

more.

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