The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1001 My Husband Is the Best

Sonia reluctantly took the phone and spoke in an adjusted voice. Gently and tenderly, she said, “Hi Abel, it’s me, Sonia.”

On the other end of the line, Abel fell silent for three seconds before responding coldly, “Why are you with Emmeline?”

“Abel, it’s been five years since we parted. Are you doing well?” Sonia’s eyes filled with mist.

“Does it look like I’m not doing well?” Abel’s voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

“Is that the truth?” Sonia asked, “Or are you just saying that?”

“Hmph,” Abel scoffed, “I’ll never be able to reason with you. Please give the phone back to my wife.”

“Abel,” Sonia said, “Do you even know what kind of person your wife is?”

“Are you saying you do?” Abel retorted, his voice filled with anger.

“Just now, she hit me and cursed at me,” Sonia felt deeply wronged, “She’s completely a barbarian. How can you spend the rest of your life with such a woman?”

“Well I guess we truly are meant for each other then,” Abel said, “It just so happens I’m not by Emmeline’s side right now. Usually in this kind of situation, I’m way more barbaric than she is. If she slaps someone on the left cheek, I’ll make sure to slap the right cheek for good measure. If she curses at someone, I’ll follow up with even worse names. Otherwise, wouldn’t she feel so alone? I’m the type of person that always supports my wife in everything.”

Sonia was speechless.

What else needed to be said?

At this point, Emmeline laughed.

Abel was too cool!

totally head over heels for

phone from Sonia’s hands and said, “Babe, I

its seductive tone, “I’ll make novelxo.com fast updatesome soup for you when

so bad!” Emmeline pretended to be coquettish, “Do you ever

my wife,

with a blushing face, feeling as sweet as

amazing husband. She loved

the other hand, had a pale face, as if she was a

hand, Sonia’s face was pale as a sheet, almost

competition,” Emmeline said with a smirk, “I can even bet tens of millions of dollars with you. However, men are not meant

meant

like her dear Abel, who was incredibly useful in the sheets and out of

talk about it on the day

her handbag from the coffee table, tears welling in her eyes. She hurriedly

for a moment longer, she feared

would be equivalent to admitting

couldn’t easily admit defeat, especially in front of Emmeline, her

She definitely couldn’t lose!

saw Sonia’s distressed departure

slap was hard and painful, and she didn’t want to

feel

of them leave in