The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Not Abel, but your Worryfree.” Emmeline sobbed. “Abel doesn’t love me anymore, but I still love him. I’m so sad. It’s all your fault!”

“How can this be my fault?” Waylon was somewhat aggrieved. “If it weren’t for Worryfree, Abel would have died.”

“But Abel doesn’t love me anymore! I still love him! I’m so sad!”

“That’s easy.” Waylon breathed a sigh of relief, then said unhurriedly, “It’s easy to solve.”

“Easy?” Emmeline asked in surprise, “Do you have a way? Can you make Abel love me again?”

“I can’t confirm that,” Waylon answered, “That depends on your fate with Abel, as well as your attractiveness.”

“Then, what else?” Emmeline pouted angrily. “I thought you had a way.”

“I did have a way,” Waylon said, “I can make you not love him anymore. So you won’t have any troubles.”

“Huh?” Emmeline was taken aback. “What do you mean?”

explained. “Abel doesn’t have feelings for you. You can eliminate your feelings for him too. What’s

Emmeline was speechless.

you are doing it for my good. So I won’t

suitcase. Drink it instead of falling in love with Abel. When you forget him, you’ll live a better life. Don’t

not answer

love me or fall in love with someone else, it would be better for me not to love him. I’m obsessed with love and hurt

He even prepared Worryfree for Emmeline. It seemed Waylon knew that if she returned to Struyria to find Abel, she would get a

closet and found a paper bag inside. On the paper bag had

sniffed it. There was no flavor. But this tasteless pack of

and Abel would be even. They would become strangers and

and get married separately. They would

tempted. At this moment,

in the parking lot but stopped it

was still raining. Abel patted