The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Luca pulled out the wine-red fishtail dress from his embrace.

“You really are something else. Can’t even bother to wrap it up, do you?”

Adrien reached out to take the dress and awkwardly stuffed it into his own embrace. There was just nowhere else to put it.

With the wine-red dress tucked away, Adrien made his way back to his luxury car.

Luca’s Land Rover had disappeared from sight, but Adrien’s Rolls Royce Wraith quickly caught up as his driver hit the gas pedal, speeding off into the distance.

At noon, Abel took Emmeline to the Majestic Bar.

Adrien had already reserved a private room and was waiting inside. The table was adorned with a variety of drinks, desserts, and fruits.

Two hostesses sat on either side of Adrien, one feeding him grapes and the other pouring him drinks. They fawned over him, making him feel like a king.

When Abel and Emmeline walked in, Adrien pushed the two hostesses away and stood up to greet them. The women looked surprised and greedily eyed the two men standing at the door.

“Oh my, two handsome guys just walked in!” exclaimed one of the hostesses. “And one is even more handsome than the other!”

As the hostesses approached, one of them reached for Emmeline’s hand and said in a flirtatious tone, “Hey there, how about I keep you company and we have a drink together?”

“No, no, pick me instead. I’ll do

you!” Abel barked, sending the hostesses

in disappointment, feeling

if you’re not having any fun, handsome?” one of the hostesses persisted. “If you’re here, it’s because you want to have a good time. What’s the fun in turning down people left

Abel cut in, his face

women looked at each other, exchanging perplexed glances. Was there really a

his tone growing

Abel was serious, the two women turned their pitiful gazes toward

Adrien, are you

waved his hand, “Just let them go, you’re

pouted and huffed before

towards the sofa, “Abel, Emmett,

Emmeline’s hand and they settled onto the

“you’re still just a kid, so no alcohol for you. Help yourself to the fruit juices

obediently, “Okay, thank

opportunity to rub her small

unable to resist, just glaring fiercely at

hid his face behind the wine glass and

Abel pulled Emmeline over.

if you want to, don’t be