The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Hmm,” Abel nodded. “Emmett’s fallen asleep, and I’m here with him.”

Evelyn choked up at the news.

Abel was going to stay here with that… little guy?

Stamping her foot in anger, Evelyn stormed off and hailed a cab, heading straight for Levan Mansion.

Meanwhile, Abel turned back towards the stairs. After the commotion earlier, he didn’t want to risk waking up “Emmett”.

Returning to the guest room, Abel checked on the little guy who was sleeping soundly.

With delicate and soft features, the child’s face was almost like that of a little girl.

Smiling to himself, Abel couldn’t help but extend his finger and pinch the child’s cheek.

The skin was indeed smooth and delicate, even more so than that of a little girl.

“Abel,” Emmeline turned over in her sleep and murmured softly.

The sound of her voice sent shivers down Abel’s spine, leaving him with an indescribable feeling of contentment.

It was as if his lonely soul had been soothed by a soft, gentle touch.

A deep sense of affection swelled up within him.

“Emmett?”

He couldn’t resist the urge to pick up “Emmett” and hold him close, but he felt ridiculous for even having such thoughts.

Could it be possible that he had fallen for this young boy?

he was pondering

must have gotten

down and tucked her in, making sure she was warm and

out and

but

lying next to her, with one

closer to him, curling up like

her close, planting a kiss on her forehead, and the

closed for the night, and Sam had

in one of the guest rooms on the third

had decided to sleep in

through the windshield, Luca

realized it was already seven

rubbed his bleary eyes, feeling like he had

of the Rolls-Royce, which was just too

he was about to open the car door and step out, he noticed

it

the parking lot and parked,

Oh no!

be Rosaline coming to

fault, she must have told Madame Ryker something to set

his phone to call Abel, only to realize his phone was

forgot to charge it last

messy hair with his hand, got out of the Rolls-Royce

Sam got up to answer the door, Rosaline

is Mr. Abel?” Rosaline demanded in a cold and

aback at the sight of Abel’s mother and immediately understood what was