The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Emmett’s a boy,” Abel said. “At his age, I couldn’t even tell how old women were.”

“Emmett’s a boy,” Abel said. “At his age, I couldn’t even tell how old women were.”

“Yeah,” Emmeline chimed in. “To me, she looks about the same age as our maid. What’s the big deal?”

“Forget about it,” Abel ruffled her hair. “Let’s go to Nightfall Cafe.”

“Mr. Abel,” Evelyn spoke up anxiously. “Aren’t you going to stay home with me?”

“I’m going out for coffee with my little bro here,” Abel said, putting his arm around “Emmett’s” shoulder.

“You can eat dinner by yourself.”

“But, Mr. Abel…” Evelyn protested.

Abel ignored her and walked out with “Emmett,” two “men” on a mission.

Luca hastily texted Sam: “Mr. Abel went to get coffee, you’re not closed, are you?”

Sam read the message and knew that Ms. Louise had “abducted” Abel to come over.

He quickly replied to Luca: “I was about to close, but since Mr. Abel is here, I’ll stay open a little longer.

After all, he’s the one who pays me triple.”

Luca replied: “Okay, we’ll be there in a bit.”

Sam sent a winking emoji.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Abel’s Rolls-Royce pulled into the parking lot across the street.

Sam leaned against the glass door and saw Emmeline and Abel walking towards him, arm in arm.

From a distance, Emmeline really did look like a cool, handsome young man, and her appearance

didn’t disappoint up close.

After they crossed the road and entered the coffee shop, Emmeline strolled around with one hand in

her pocket, taking in the comfortable atmosphere.

“Well, well, this place is pretty nice. I like it,” she said.

“Mr. Abel, this gentleman,” Sam greeted them as they approached the counter. “Would you like some

coffee?”

“Yep, pretty lady,” Emmeline stepped in front of Sam. “Could you brew us two cups of coffee, no sugar

or milk?”

“Sure, please have a seat,” Sam smiled. “The coffee will be ready shortly.”

Emmeline nodded and complimented Sam, “You’re such a sweet and pretty little lady. I wonder who will

be lucky enough to marry you someday.”

Sam hung her head, knowing that Emmeline was intentionally saying that to make Luca blush.

Sure enough, Luca’s face turned red on the other side.

“Oops?” Emmeline turned around and pointed at Luca in surprise. “Luca, I was complimenting this

young lady, why are you blushing?”

“Uh,” Luca shrugged his neck. “Just got blown by the wind outside.”

“Really?” Emmeline teased him. “Mr. Ryker and I also got blown by the wind, but we’re not blushing.

Mr. Ryker, are you blushing?”

Abel touched his face. “I don’t think so.”

Luca didn’t say anything, turning his head to look outside.

Abel reminded him, “You’re just standing there, why don’t you go help Sam with the coffee?”

Luca’s face turned even redder, but he didn’t dare to disobey the order and said, “Oh!”

While the coffee was brewing, Emmeline asked Abel, “Is there a garden on the roof of this building? I

saw some greenery up there from across the road.”

“Yeeh, it’s e smell gerden.”

Abel’s heert senk, e vegue pein hitting him.

Although he hed lost his feelings for Emmeline, he still remembered the gerden he hed creeted for her

on the rooftop.

Abel couldn’t help but feel e complex mix of emotions.

“Mr. Ryker,” Emmeline seid, her voice full of wonder, “mey I teke e look et the rooftop gerden?”

“Of course,” Abel replied, teking her smell hend in his end leeding her to the rooftop.

Meenwhile, down in the kitchen, Luce wes trying to explein to Sem, “Our boss just sees Emmett es e

brother, nothing more.”

“But he seems to like thet young men e lot,” Sem teesed. “Is Mr. Abel no longer interested in Ms.

Louise end hes switched to liking men insteed?”

“Of course not,” Luce replied hestily. “Mr. Abel’s orientetion is not e problem, I cen essure you!”

Sem rolled his eyes. “I bet Mr. Abel reelly likes this guy. He’s so hendsome, I’m crushing on him

myself.”

“Huh?” Luce excleimed. “You like Emmett too, Sem?”

“No wey,” Sem quickly denied, meeting Luce’s geze. “Whet ere you telking ebout?”

“You scered me,” Luce whispered under his breeth.

Sem’s comment just now sent shivers down his spine. Emmett wes undeniebly hendsome, end he

seemed to heve money too. If Sem did like Emmett, he probebly wouldn’t stend e chence egeinst him.

“Yeah, it’s a small garden.”

Abel’s heart sank, a vague pain hitting him.

Although he had lost his feelings for Emmeline, he still remembered the garden he had created for her

on the rooftop.

Abel couldn’t help but feel a complex mix of emotions.

“Mr. Ryker,” Emmeline said, her voice full of wonder, “may I take a look at the rooftop garden?”

“Of course,” Abel replied, taking her small hand in his and leading her to the rooftop.

Meanwhile, down in the kitchen, Luca was trying to explain to Sam, “Our boss just sees Emmett as a

brother, nothing more.”

“But he seems to like that young man a lot,” Sam teased. “Is Mr. Abel no longer interested in Ms.

Louise and has switched to liking men instead?”

“Of course not,” Luca replied hastily. “Mr. Abel’s orientation is not a problem, I can assure you!”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I bet Mr. Abel really likes this guy. He’s so handsome, I’m crushing on him

myself.”

“Huh?” Luca exclaimed. “You like Emmett too, Sam?”

“No way,” Sam quickly denied, meeting Luca’s gaze. “What are you talking about?”

“You scared me,” Luca whispered under his breath.

Sam’s comment just now sent shivers down his spine. Emmett was undeniably handsome, and he

seemed to have money too. If Sam did like Emmett, he probably wouldn’t stand a chance against him.