The Quadruplets Are Mine?

When Emmeline and Janie returned from the restroom, Adam graciously helped Emmeline pull the chair.

Adam filled the glass with wine for Emmeline. At first, Emmeline did not want to drink it. But she felt depressed. After thinking about it, she drank the wine in one gulp.

“Oh, dear!” Adam was startled. “Why are you drinking in such a hurry?”

“I want to try if I can get drunk to relieve my worries.” Emmeline smiled. “It’s not enough! One more!”

“Emma,” Janie said, “You’ve never liked to drink wine.”

“That’s fine,” Emmeline signaled Adam, “Adam, fill me the wine.”

Adam asked, “Are you okay? I’ll feel sorry for you if you drink too much.”

“What’s the use of being sorry for me?” Emmeline pouted. “I don’t need your concern.”

“Do you still miss Abel?” Adam said, “Just forget him!”

Emmeline felt more aggrieved to hear that. She picked up the wine glass and drank it again.

​​you can’t drink like this,” Lizbeth advised,

Emma,” Janie echoed,

myself drunk,” Emmeline said in a daze, “But

fell, she poured another glass of wine and drank it with one

can drink as much as

frowned. “You should stop her. She can’t hold alcohol. It’ll hurt

see that Emma is sad?” Adam said, “Just let her drink to make her feel better. If she’s drunk,

kicked the door

who came in, he got a

and fell on the chair. Only then did he see the person who

by the collar. “How dare you make my wife drunk? It’s clear you have bad

quibbled. But what

drunk. So he could get a chance to be

not dare to confront him. But he did not expect Abel

his fist. “You don’t understand

hitting, but Adam punched him

failed to dodge Adam’s attack.