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.

strolled around with one hand in her pocket, taking in

place is pretty nice. I like

this gentleman,” Sam greeted them as they approached

front of Sam. “Could you brew us two cups

smiled. “The coffee will be

and pretty little lady. I wonder who

her head, knowing that Emmeline was

enough, Luca’s face turned red

turned around and pointed at Luca in surprise. “Luca, I was complimenting

his neck. “Just got blown by

him. “Mr. Ryker and I also got blown by the wind, but we’re not blushing. Mr.

his face.

say anything, turning his head to

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

even redder, but he didn’t dare to disobey

brewing, Emmeline asked Abel, “Is there a garden on the roof of this building? I saw some greenery

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Mr. Abel reelly likes this guy.

Luce excleimed. “You like Emmett