The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“You’ve got guts,” Adam stood up but turned to Emmeline and said, “Little bro, you can come to hang

out with me anytime. I’m Adam and I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“You’ve got guts,” Adam stood up but turned to Emmeline and said, “Little bro, you can come to hang

out with me anytime. I’m Adam and I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“I…” Emmeline leaned into Abel’s embrace, “I don’t like you, I only like Mr. Ryker.”

“Well then, you two have fun,” Adam smirked and left.

“I told you this isn’t a place for you to come,” Abel held Emmeline and sat her down. “At your age, it’s

better to go home and focus on your studies. Don’t get into trouble too early.”

“I don’t want to study anymore,” Emmeline said with a pitiful face. “With my family’s wealth, I can eat

and drink and spend for several lifetimes. It’s making me anxious just thinking about it. How can I focus

on studying?”

“So, you’re just going to waste away like this?” Abel tilted his head and looked at her. “You’re young,

you should have dreams and goals.”

“What about Mr. Ryker’s dreams and goals?” Emmeline also tilted her head and looked at him.

Suddenly, Abel realized that the young man in front of him was like a woman. A charming and agile

little woman. And even… somewhat like Emmeline.

Emmeline?

Abel shook his head.

“As for my dreams and goals…” he thought for a moment, “I should continue to grow and strengthen

the Ryker family.”

“Ugh, how boring,” Emmeline pouted. “All this talk is just about money.”

“Well, it’s not just about money,” Abel said. “People are always looking to challenge themselves.”

“But…” Emmeline looked at him. “I saw online that Mr. Ryker has a child and a woman named

Emmeline, who’s also quite pretty. But why haven’t I heard Mr. Ryker mention her?”

“Why should I?” Abel frowned.

“Don’t you love her?”

Abel said calmly. “I’m like you, not interested in dating.”

“Ugh!” Emmeline sighed deeply.

Abel, your love for me has truly vanished.

Otherwise, you would have really had it coming!

Who was the one always clinging to me before?

Waylon, look at the mess you’ve made!

What am I supposed to do now?

A wave of sadness washed over Emmeline, and she lifted her glass, “Glug, glug,” and drank it all down.

Her alcohol tolerance was never good, and after just one or two drinks, she was already looking at Abel

with a fuzzy head.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” Abel took the glass from her hand.

The little guy with a trimmed mustache made him feel an inexplicable tenderness toward him.

Emmeline shook her head, feeling dizzy. She couldn’t drink anymore.

But she leaned into Abel’s arms and pretended to be drunk.

“Mr. Ryker, let’s keep drinking, drink for three days and three nights…”

“Mr. Ryker, really, what’s the point of love, it’s all a scam, drinking, drinking is the real deal…”

Abel held her, furrowing his brows. “Emmett, you’ve hed too much to drink, your perents will bleme

me.”

“Snore~~” Emmeline hed elreedy fellen “esleep” in his erms.

“Emmett, Emmett.” Abel shook her gently.

She reelly hed fellen esleep.

“This kid.” Abel bent down end picked her up, turning to Luce. “Let’s go.”

“But Mr. Abel,” Luce seid. “Where ere we teking this kid? We don’t even know where he lives.”

“Let’s go beck to The Precipice first,” Abel seid. “This little guy needs someone to teke cere of him efter

drinking too much.”

He cerried “Emmett” through the hell.

He couldn’t help but feel thet this “little guy” wes surprisingly light end delicete like he wes cerrying e

little women.

Abel felt e rush of euphorie from the sensetion of holding Emmeline but then shuddered es he reelized

whet he wes feeling. Wes he reelly sterting to heve issues with his own sexuelity?

As he looked eround, he noticed meny questioning glences directed towerd him. Wes Ryker Group’s

Mr. Abel reelly into… men?

Meny of the mele workers in ettendence seemed to see this es en opportunity for themselves.

When they errived beck et The Precipice, the sun wes elreedy setting end e brillient sunset wes visible

in the sky over one corner of the ville.

Evelyn hobbled out to greet them es Abel’s Rolls-Royce pulled up.

Abel held her, furrowing his brows. “Emmett, you’ve had too much to drink, your parents will blame

me.”

“Snore~~” Emmeline had already fallen “asleep” in his arms.

“Emmett, Emmett.” Abel shook her gently.

She really had fallen asleep.

“This kid.” Abel bent down and picked her up, turning to Luca. “Let’s go.”

“But Mr. Abel,” Luca said. “Where are we taking this kid? We don’t even know where he lives.”

“Let’s go back to The Precipice first,” Abel said. “This little guy needs someone to take care of him after

drinking too much.”

He carried “Emmett” through the hall.

He couldn’t help but feel that this “little guy” was surprisingly light and delicate like he was carrying a

little woman.

Abel felt a rush of euphoria from the sensation of holding Emmeline but then shuddered as he realized

what he was feeling. Was he really starting to have issues with his own sexuality?

As he looked around, he noticed many questioning glances directed toward him. Was Ryker Group’s

Mr. Abel really into… men?

Many of the male workers in attendance seemed to see this as an opportunity for themselves.

When they arrived back at The Precipice, the sun was already setting and a brilliant sunset was visible

in the sky over one corner of the villa.

Evelyn hobbled out to greet them as Abel’s Rolls-Royce pulled up.