The Quadruplets Are Mine?

The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 154

Adrien still left.

Janie’s disposition toward

Emmeline underwent a complete transformation.

“Emma, I misunderstood you. I’m sorry.”

“Emma, would you like to be my best friend? We can spend time together and do fun things.”

“Hey, Emma, next time you schedule something with Mr. Benjamin, shall we grab some food together?”

“Ms. Eastwood,” Emmeline said impatiently, “I still have work to do. Can we talk another time?”

“Oh, okay,” Janie said, waving her hand. “I won’t take up much more

of your time. Emma, I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay,” Emmeline said, her ears finally at peace.

“Emma!” Director Faughn shouted from outside, “It’s your turn!”

“Okay, I’m coming!”

Emmeline changed her clothes and left the set after filming.

Adrien’s sports car was elegantly parked outside the renowned Pizzeria Draghi, a local

establishment known for its delectable pizza.

He acted cool and propped himself against the hood of his car, a faint smile playing upon his lips as he awaited the arrival of a pretty lady.

As Emmeline approached him, she leaned over and deftly opened the passenger door next to the driver’s side.

“Here, I’m returning this to you.”

gave it to Adrien after she noticed that he had entered the car and shut

didn’t want to embarrass you in front of

was stunned for a

here to

to the

exclaimed as

but you don’t have to exert yourself so much. You still have me. I’ll look after you and the kids. I’m not the same Adrien I used

as

card right now. It’s for the children’s living expenses.

quiet for

expression turned sullen as she replied, “My employee is managing the café alone, so I need to hurry

what about the

the

watched as Emmeline swiftly shut the car

motorcycle she rode was still stationed at the studio’s

got caught

so Benjamin drove her home to rest. He then returned her

he started the car and

mounted her motorcycle and

and panted heavily

her at

the naked

sleeping on the bed.

they had spent the

throughout

that they couldn’t

“Emmeline!”

the relentless clenching of

let you go. I want

ward’s door, retrieved her mobile phone, and proceeded to call

something to