The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Emmett is Emmett, how can he be the same?” Abel said impatiently, “Drink, alcohol can’t even make you shut up!”

“I’m just asking, how do you feel about Emmeline now?” Adrien said, “She’s such a great woman, can you really just stop loving her like that?”

“Adrien, are you done yet?” Abel said, growing impatient. “You brought me here today, if we’re just going to talk about this, Emmett and I will leave!”

“Come on, man!” Adrien stood up and grabbed him. “Can’t we change the subject?”

“Fine!” Abel muttered, picking up his glass and taking a sip.

Just the mention of Emmeline made him feel uneasy and annoyed, he couldn’t quite explain the feeling.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked a young lady wearing a wine-red fishtail dress.

The lady squeezed past Luca with a seductive sway and walked into the room.

Now Luca understood. So, the fishtail dress he had gone to such great lengths to find was being worn by this lady.

And this lady…

“Emmeline?” Abel slowly stood up from the couch.

Emmeline also rose to her feet, about to speak, when Adrien grabbed her suit jacket collar.

Emmeline looked at him and suddenly understood Adrien’s intentions.

little dress from the

was fixed nervously on

frowned as he looked at the “Emmeline”

looked at him with affectionate eyes and spoke softly. “I’m not dead. I’m back. I’ve

herself into

her away with one

stunned, and so were Adrien, Emmeline,

was really rejecting

wasn’t like this

filled with tears, “what’s wrong? Are

“that you’re back alive.

you

Abel couldn’t explain.

Lizbeth opened her arms and lunged at him

cold and distant. “Sit down and let’s talk. Don’t

it was just a role she was playing, couldn’t help

Abel replied, his face stiff and his voice

of four children, lovers who are in love. What’s wrong with holding each other? Didn’t

up,” Abel lowered his gaze, “Emotions are complicated. What happened in the past is in the past,

was your love for me in the

Abel remained silent.

Abel