The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1232 Cold–Hearted

Abel didn’t want to respond to what she said, so he said calmly, “Let’s talk about that later; I don’t know him well.”

“Also…” Sonia was still cager to go on.

Abel took Emmeline’s hand and said to Michaela, “Please continue to enjoy yourself; I’ll be leaving with my wife first.” He had intended to bring the quadruplets to their great–grandfather in the private room, but they insisted on staying with their grandparents first.

Abel refused to stay in the same place as Sonia. He had to grab Emmeline right now and get out of there. He felt uneasy staying any longer; it was like running from the trash.

“Daddy, Mommy!” Timothy said to Abel, “You two can leave first, and we will find you later.”

“Okay. Be good and behave; don’t be naughty,” Abel urged, patting his head.

Sun reassured his father, “Don’t worry, just take care of Mommy.”

Moon replied, “Daddy has to stay with Mommy all the time. We are very trustworthy and capable of caring for ourselves.”

“You can’t let Mommy out of your sight,” Star explained. “There are fruits and snacks in front of you that Mommy enjoys.” As if his Mommy was a foodie.

“Don’t worry! I will take care of your Mommy!” Abel promised the quadruplets.

One after the other, the quadruplets nodded in agreement. Emmeline chuckled as she thought about how, sweet her kids were.

Sonia had memories of Abel, but she also had a husband and a son in real life. She was still the winner in life! Abel held Emmeline’s hand in his and walked forward. His hand shifted to grip her waist after two paces.

Emmeline was not short, but she was nevertheless tiny in comparison to him because of his height. He seemed to be giving Emma a big bear embrace. Sonia’s gorgeous face sank as she focused closely on the backs of the two.

After hugging Emmeline, Abel moved through the guests to the area where the drinks and desserts were set out. Glancing at the dazzling array of desserts, Abel spotted a dish of taro–baked cakes. He took a plate and cut a sizable slice of sweet taro because he was aware that Emmeline liked it.

“Try the dessert made by the Nimbus pastry chef. How does it compare to Dracovia’s?” He asked Emmeline. Abel had already dug up a bit with a tiny spoon and placed it on Emmeline’s lips as she was about to take it.

Emmeline took a mouthful, carefully tasted it, and said, “Well, it’s delicious; it’s a different flavor.” When Abel heard this, he grabbed a tiny spoon and dug out a portion to eat.

“Hmm! It tastes good. It’s not bad!” said Abel. He took another mouthful and gave it to Emmeline, saying, “Eat more if you like it.”

“Don’t be like this; there are people all around!” Emmeline said, her cheeks flushing.

“What are you terrified of? I feed my wife, but it’s not illegal!” As domineering as ever, Abel said.

“Sonia is going to cry,” Emmeline predicted. “Be kind; don’t irritate her; she shouldn’t be crying here on Adrien’s big day!”

“That’s none of my business.” “If Adrien feels unhappy, he can throw her out!” Abel said.

“Are you being that callous toward her?” Emmeline took Abel’s plate and ate the taro cake by herself. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“She and I don’t have a relationship.” Abel frowned.

“I thought you two were previously dating?” Emmeline said, flashing her eyelashes.

“Why does it have a slightly sour taste? There is no vinegar in the baked cake, is there?” mused Abel.

“I’m serious,” Emmeline remarked, “if you’re so cold–hearted, I’ll feel terrible!”

“I’m serious,” Abel declared. “We’ve only been in contact for a short time and attempted to date. Before I had a chance to fall in love, I gave up.”

Emmeline rolled her eyes and said, “No wonder people used to say you like men. Sonia is so gorgeous, yet she can’t even steal your heart.”

“If I prefer males, Five years ago, how could that have happened in a hotel? How can you not know who I prefer?” Abel asked with narrowed eyes.