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.”

better than to disobey his instructions. Finally, they

to throw up again if

Janie returned to 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

Sam’s flight landed, but Luca was feeling restless since Abel had reminded him 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 a bag pack as she made her way toward

Sam waved at him from

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

as soon as she

said while offering to carry Sam’s bag pack. Without turning to look at Sam, Luca grabbed onto Sam’s arm gently as he led her toward the carpark. Sam felt her cheeks heat up as she felt the contact from Luca,

Abel was up and waiting for Sam in the living room of his suite. He had not eaten anything but seemed to feel

felt a tinge of guilt keeping her real identity a secret in front

a seat,”

here,” Sam said softly

ask you,” Abel said