The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Evelyn’s foot had completely healed and no longer hurt. But she had to pretend to limp for two more days, or Abel would kick her out without hesitation.

Evelyn’s foot had completely healed and no longer hurt. But she had to pretend to limp for two more days, or Abel would kick her out without hesitation.

The Rolls-Royce was parked in its designated spot, and Abel stepped out from the back seat.

“Mr. Abel, you’re back,” Evelyn said sweetly, her face adorned with a gentle smile.

But Abel ignored her and leaned into the car, embracing someone.

Evelyn’s heart tightened in her chest.

Whom did Abel bring back with him?

As Abel turned with Emmeline in his arms, Evelyn was left dumbfounded.

Why was he carrying a man?

The man looked like he was passed out drunk and was tightly snuggled against Abel’s broad chest, making Evelyn feel very uncomfortable.

“Mr. Abel, who is this man you’re carrying?” she asked.

“He’s just a little brother,” Abel replied. “He had too much to drink.”

Emmeline stirred in Abel’s arms, turning her head slightly.

Evelyn caught a glimpse of the man’s half-face. What a stunningly beautiful face it was, with a hint of wickedness that was enough to bewitch anyone.

Evelyn’s mind went blank.

Was Mr. Abel…

Attracted to men?

Abel carried Emmeline into the lobby and placed her on the sofa.

“Don’t let him fall off the sofa, I’ll

“Sure thing,” Evelyn replied.

down in front of the sofa and watched over Emmeline,

eyes slightly

slurred his words: “My shoes, take off

was taken aback. Did he want

had never done such a thing before, was at a loss for what to do. After all, she was the Miss

daze, Emmeline started kicking her feet

flew off and

originally crouching down, fell to the ground with a cry. “How dare you throw shoes at

over and

came over with a glass of

being hit by Emmeline’s shoe, stood up and said, “Mr. Abel, this man kicked

frowned, “Emmett had too

Evelyn’s eyes, “He wanted me to take off his shoes, but I didn’t, and he kicked them off and hit me in the

really going to argue with a drunk

all morning and didn’t want

up to the guest room

hestily seid, “Let me go open the door for

pretended to limp end leened on the

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Emmeline

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