The Quadruplets Are Mine?

The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 161

Emmeline had no plans of using the restroom; instead, she intended to go outside and give those two a chance to get more comfortable with each other.

Janie appeared very reserved when she was with Benjamin, and there was no hint of her

flamboyant personality at all.

As Emmeline turned on the faucet, she hummed a nursery rhyme

while washing her hands.

“You seem to be very happy today!” came a cold voice from behind.

Upon hearing that, Emmeline’s head whipped around.

Abel covered her mouth and pulled her into a cubicle, locking the door with a click.

“Hey, what do you want to do?” Emmeline muffled her words through Abel’s hand.

Emmeline’s first instinct was to retaliate, but once she realized who it was, she relaxed as she remembered the ointment he had given her the night before.

Abel enveloped her slender waist with his arms and pinned her to the wall, his towering stature looming over her.

His thumb brushed against her lips as he asked, “What do you

think I should do?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

Only then die Emmeline notice the suppressed anger in his eyes, and asked in a panic, “Why are you bere?”

Abel snorted coldly, “Am I not allowed to be here? Are you afraid that I’ll see it?”

“Huh?” Emmeline was confused

and didn’t understand what he

was referring to.

bowed his

“Emmeline, you are

not bad

mo

“What do you mean?”

Adrien waiting for you, and now you have Benjamin here with you. Occasionally, you even find the time to hook up

expression suddenly changed as she asked herself, “What

mean by

saying? Are

a

Emmeline broke free

deftly dodged to the side, then quickly reached out and took hold of her elbow, drawing her back into his embrace

training. If you do not accept this as your defeat, you are welcome

who you are, I

insist that you apologize to me immediately for

Why should

filled with tears and she spoke in a sharp tone, “I’ll say it one more time! Abel Ryker, apologize to me

he

was surprised by the extent of Emmeline’s anger,

the verge

exploding.

said those in a

could explain himself at this point, as there seemed to be

So.

against the soft but unyielding lips in front of

against his embrace, which

ravaged her lips did he lift his

“Emma, sor…”

“Smack!”

Emmeline forcefully

leaning against the sink in a state of pitiful

conversation when she returned to the dining table. Neither of them