The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Rosaline was seething with anger, tears streaming down her face as she pointed at the “little mustache” in the bed sheets and her lips trembling.

“Abel, I never would have thought that you would have this kind of preference. What kind of woman can’t you find? Do you have to like a man?”

“Evelyn told me, and I couldn’t believe it until I saw it with my own eyes! Abel, you’ve really hurt your mother!”

“What did you say, Mom?” Abel’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I said what?” Rosaline pointed at Emmeline. “Who is this mustached man? You don’t like him, yet you’re cuddling with him and sleeping together?”

Abel turned his head to look at Emmeline, who had just been awakened and was looking confused.

Her little face was buried in the sheets, revealing only a pair of fluttering peach blossom eyes, making her look like a cute little child.

“Mom, you’ve got it all wrong,” Abel said. “Emmett is just a kid, I treat him like a little brother. It’s not what you think.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Rosaline snapped. “I’ve never seen a man sleep with a little brother for a whole night! What else did you two do? It wasn’t something shameful, was it?”

“What are you saying, Mom?” Abel furrowed his brow. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I was just really tired and fell asleep like that.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t do anything serious?” Rosaline still seemed unconvinced.

When she had walked in, she saw her son holding Emmett with such tenderness and care, as if he was cradling a beautiful woman.

said, growing impatient. “I told you, nothing

have a strange fondness for Emmett, but that

anything to her last night. She lifted a hand and gingerly touched her

goodness, everything was

handsome face had

he couldn’t explain it

thought

couldn’t explain it to him, or

kid?” Rosaline asked angrily. “Whose child is he? I’ll find his parents and tell them their child is misbehaving at such

kind of person, and neither am I. We just happened to fall asleep together, see, we’re still

Rosaline accused. “You little scoundrel, you’re full of

sharp and commanding, “Who are your parents? Tell me now, I’m going to find them and give them a piece of my mind

back, intimidated by the

Abel held Emmeline close, “Emmett is just a kid, don’t scare her like

Rosaline fumed, “You even bullied Ms. Evelyn

knew it was pointless to

still denying it,” Rosaline scowled, “Who poured dirty

misunderstanding!” Abel said,

said sorrowfully, “it’s not that your mother is nagging, it’s because I’m really worried about

gentle, virtuous, obedient, and kind. Why do you have to fall in love with a man? Our family doesn’t