The Quadruplets Are Mine?

"Abel's toxicity has subsided," Waylon informed her, "It's just that he has severe bloodstains on his body and face.

He's concerned about scaring you. He hasn't become a ghost, so don't give me that sulky face, as if I owe you

something."

Emmeline could not help but laugh at his words, she pouted, "No I don't. I know you've researched the antidote for

me without asking for anything in return. I'm grateful, you know."

"It's good that you know," Waylon rolled his eyes. "When I stayed at your house on the first day, you looked like I

owe you something. I'm sorry, I'll move out tomorrow."

"It's not the first day." Emmeline raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "What about the second day? Are you going

to extort another day from me?"

"How did you remember it so well?" Waylon raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you calculate my living expenses every day?

It was crystal clear, right?"

Emmeline burst into laughter, feeling delighted.

"It's a shame you figured it out, and yet you still have to pay me for living expenses! Did you pocket the money? Are

you searching for hidden treasures?"

Seeing her smile, Waylon's expression also relaxed.

Waylon's handsome appearance naturally attracted a lot of attention from women.

When he was on Adelmar Island, it was his cold temperament and his aversion to strangers that kept him alone.

Otherwise, he would have been swarmed by the aggressive bees and butterflies on the island.

"I won't argue with you," Emmeline said as she started to eat. "I don't care if I lose, but I'll make sure to eat well,

and you should too, Waylon."

"That's good." Waylon served her food tenderly. "Eat up. I can't wait for Abel to recover and I don't want you to

become thin from hunger. It makes me look like I haven't taken good care of you."

"How long will it take for the bloodstains on Abel's body to disappear?" Emmeline asked with a furrowed brow.

Today's incident indicated that someone had planned something against him.

Although Abel hesitated to reveal the identity of the culprit, it was believed that Adam was the one unable to evade

suspicion.

After contemplating for a moment, Abel sent a message to Emmeline. "Emma, can I ask you a favor?"

Emmeline, who happened to be in the bedroom, swiftly replied upon seeing the message. "Are you being courteous

to me?"

Abel replied, "I'm afraid you can't help me do so."

Emmeline texted back. "Just tell me."

Abel instructed, "Tomorrow, I need you to go to the Ryker Group and help me with some matters in town. I'll send

you an authorization letter."

Emmeline stopped texting for a while when Abel responded, "Are you scared?"

Emmeline then replied, "I don't understand these things. You know that Benjamin manages Adelmar for me."

Abel reassured her, "You can do it, I'll help you."

After contemplating for a moment, Emmeline replied, "Well, I'll do my best."

A wide smile spread across Abel's face.

Emmeline sent him a hug emoji.

Although they did not exchange tender words, their hearts instantly drew closer, creating a warm and sweet

connection.

At night, Emmeline sent another message to Abel, "Would you like to have supper?"

Abel responded, "No, just sleep."

Emmeline understood him, "Alright."

After getting ready for bed, she texted Abel, "Good night, Hubby."

Abel replied, "Good night, babe."

Emmeline hugged her blanket and sat on the bed, lost in thought.

After sitting for a while, drowsiness overcame her, and she snuggled up, drifting into a deep slumber as her eyes

were teary.

"Click," the door lock was unlocked, and Abel entered quietly...

Today's incidant indicatad that somaona had plannad somathing against him.

Although Abal hasitatad to ravaal tha idantity of tha culprit, it was baliavad that Adam was tha ona unabla to avada

suspicion.

Aftar contamplating for a momant, Abal sant a massaga to Emmalina. "Emma, can I ask you a favor?"

Emmalina, who happanad to ba in tha badroom, swiftly rapliad upon saaing tha massaga. "Ara you baing courtaous

to ma?"

Abal rapliad, "I'm afraid you can't halp ma do so."

Emmalina taxtad back. "Just tall ma."

Abal instructad, "Tomorrow, I naad you to go to tha Rykar Group and halp ma with soma mattars in town. I'll sand

you an authorization lattar."

Emmalina stoppad taxting for a whila whan Abal raspondad, "Ara you scarad?"

Emmalina than rapliad, "I don't undarstand thasa things. You know that Banjamin managas Adalmar for ma."

Abal raassurad har, "You can do it, I'll halp you."

Aftar contamplating for a momant, Emmalina rapliad, "Wall, I'll do my bast."

A wida smila spraad across Abal's faca.

Emmalina sant him a hug amoji.

Although thay did not axchanga tandar words, thair haarts instantly draw closar, craating a warm and swaat

connaction.

At night, Emmalina sant anothar massaga to Abal, "Would you lika to hava suppar?"

Abal raspondad, "No, just slaap."

Emmalina undarstood him, "Alright."

Aftar gatting raady for bad, sha taxtad Abal, "Good night, Hubby."

Abal rapliad, "Good night, baba."

Emmalina huggad har blankat and sat on tha bad, lost in thought.

Aftar sitting for a whila, drowsinass ovarcama har, and sha snugglad up, drifting into a daap slumbar as har ayas

wara taary.

"Click," tha door lock was unlockad, and Abal antarad quiatly...