The Quadruplets Are Mine?

The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 163

Minutes later, the balcony light was turned on. Abel could see Emmeline vaguely through the hedge. She was watering the plants.

He smiled gazing at her through the hedge. She looked beautiful tonight. After watering the plants, she bent to sniff a flower. He could not tell her expression, but he was quite sure she had smiled. Everyone loved flowers.

Abel wondered if she knew he had built the little garden for her. He felt bitter and sighed. The moment he looked up again, she was gone. Had she gone downstairs? He would not be able to see her if she had gone downstairs. He should

not have looked away just now.

At the same time, he heard the sound of someone using the swing in the garden. He was relieved to find Emmeline using the swing. He then wondered if she knew he had built the swing as well.

It was comforting to hear her using the swing. It felt as though she was in his arms. His heart ached a little. Emma, have you ever loved me?

Eventually, the sound stopped, but Emmeline did not go downstairs. Abel could not see what she was doing, but he guessed she had fallen asleep on the swing.

He frowned. It was late and

out to her. They had blocked and unfollowed each other both on social media

seeing no movement from the swing, the more worried he got. She had indeed fallen asleep on the

out of the car and threw the cigarette he was smoking. Luca got out of the bodyguard’s car as well. All eight bodyguards followed him out of the

at them, “Are you

everyone’s attention?”

only want to keep you safe,” said Luca. He asked,

glanced at the bodyguards and said, “You guys get back

cafe. Abel did not knock. Instead, he was studying the garage. It

moment and began to run toward the garage. He swiftly climbed onto the roof of the garage. Luca realized

to climb

roof as well when Abel stopped him. “You don’t have to get up here. Just stay there.” Luca immediately stopped right

of the garage.

There was not a soul in sight, and there

He moved toward the window