The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel flushed his vomit down the toilet and wiped his face with a cold towel before entering the room. Luca could immediately tell that something was wrong with Abel as soon as he caught sight of his deathly pale face and beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

“Mr. Abel, are you alright?” Luca asked worriedly.

“I’m fine,” Abel managed to muster. “Just a little tired after showering…”

“Get some rest after dinner, Mr. Abel. You don’t look too good…” Luca said.

“Sure,” Abel said before turning to his butler. “Please serve the food now.” The butler and waiters quickly organized themselves, serving and presenting the dishes neatly in front of Abel before quietly leaving the room.

“Guys, don’t worry about me,” Abel told Luca and Janie. “Go out to a restaurant for your dinner.”

“Ms. Eastwood and I will stay here with you, Mr. Abel,” Luca was adamant.

“How can I eat comfortably with you two staring at me like that?” Abel chuckled. “I’m fine, really. Go and have a meal before picking Sam up.”

but they knew better than to disobey his instructions. Finally,

he was going to throw up again if he tried consuming anything. He stood up weakly and carried two platefuls of

find the remaining dishes on the table. Luca was relieved, thinking that Abel had at least eaten half the food. He thought that Abel’s appetite had improved since they were close to finding Emma now. Luca peeked into Abel’s bedroom and found him resting on the

about Sam just now. He waited at the airport lobby until Sam’s flight finally arrived at 1:40am. Not too long after, Sam appeared from the gates carrying

Sam waved at him from

his arms wide open like he was inviting Sam in for a hug, but he quickly put his arms back down at his sides, as if he thought better of it. Sam too resisted the urge to rush over to Luca and instead just gave him a

as soon as she finally reached

as he led her toward the carpark. Sam felt her cheeks heat up as she felt the contact

waiting for Sam in the living room of his suite. He had not eaten anything but seemed to feel slightly better after having a short nap. His pale complexion only

of guilt keeping her real identity a secret in front

a seat,” Abel

fine standing here,” Sam said softly as she

have something to ask you,” Abel said flatly. “It’s better if you have a