The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Emmett’s a boy,” Abel said. “At his age, I couldn’t even tell how old women were.”

“Emmett’s a boy,” Abel said. “At his age, I couldn’t even tell how old women were.”

“Yeah,” Emmeline chimed in. “To me, she looks about the same age as our maid. What’s the big deal?”

“Forget about it,” Abel ruffled her hair. “Let’s go to Nightfall Cafe.”

“Mr. Abel,” Evelyn spoke up anxiously. “Aren’t you going to stay home with me?”

“I’m going out for coffee with my little bro here,” Abel said, putting his arm around “Emmett’s” shoulder. “You can eat dinner by yourself.”

“But, Mr. Abel…” Evelyn protested.

Abel ignored her and walked out with “Emmett,” two “men” on a mission.

Luca hastily texted Sam: “Mr. Abel went to get coffee, you’re not closed, are you?”

Sam read the message and knew that Ms. Louise had “abducted” Abel to come over.

He quickly replied to Luca: “I was about to close, but since Mr. Abel is here, I’ll stay open a little longer. After all, he’s the one who pays me triple.”

Luca replied: “Okay, we’ll be there in a bit.”

Sam sent a winking emoji.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Abel’s Rolls-Royce pulled into the parking lot across the street.

Sam leaned against the glass door and saw Emmeline and Abel walking towards him, arm in arm.

From a distance, Emmeline really did look like a cool, handsome young man, and her appearance didn’t disappoint up close.

they crossed the road and entered the coffee shop, Emmeline strolled around with one hand in her

place is pretty nice. I like it,”

greeted them as they approached

you brew us two cups of coffee, no sugar or

have a seat,” Sam smiled. “The coffee will be ready

a sweet and pretty little lady. I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry you

Emmeline was

enough, Luca’s face turned red on the other

at Luca in surprise. “Luca, I was complimenting

Luca shrugged his neck. “Just got blown by the wind

blown by the wind, but we’re not blushing. Mr.

his face. “I don’t

didn’t say anything, turning his

“You’re just standing there, why don’t you go help Sam

even redder, but he didn’t dare to disobey

coffee was brewing, Emmeline asked Abel, “Is there a garden on the roof of

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hed lost his feelings for Emmeline, he still remembered the gerden he hed creeted for

help but feel e complex

voice full of wonder, “mey I

smell hend in his

the kitchen, Luce wes trying to explein to Sem, “Our

lot,” Sem teesed. “Is Mr. Abel no longer interested in Ms. Louise end hes switched to liking men

“Mr. Abel’s orientetion is not

likes this guy. He’s so

excleimed. “You like Emmett