The Quadruplets Are Mine?

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The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 131

Half an hour later, Abel’s Rolls- Royce Ghost parked at the parking lot across the road from the café.

Abel got out of the car. He felt frustrated as he gazed at the building opposite him.

It had only been a few days, but Emmeline had already brought Benjamin home.

He’s occupying my position! Especially the rooftop garden. I spent so much effort on it!

I didn’t do it myself, but it was my idea!

How dare Benjamin use my garden to flirt with Emmeline?

Abel’s chest heaved. Every

exhalation from his nose was

filled with murderous intent.

Emmeline was brewing some coffee at the counter. She noticed a tall and well-built man crossing the

street.

She stretched her neck to take a closer look.

“Yes, it’s Abel,” Sam said.

“It’s really him.” Emmeline rolled her sleeves. “If we end up fighting, make sure nothing here gets

broken.”

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“No. You should fight outside!” Sam said.

Emmeline was throwing some practice punches in the air when the glass door opened.

Abel came into the café with Luca, and the bodyguards stood outside the door.

“You all can come in,” Emmeline said coldly. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Abel went up to the counter and towered over her.

“One black coffee, no sugar!”

Emmeline was surprised.

Does he want a drink before the fight?

Fine! I’m not afraid of you anyway!

Emmeline poured a cup of coffee and pushed it in front of Abel.

“Is that how you serve your customers?” Abel smirked.

“Should you bring it to the table?”

Emmeline turned her head. “You do it, Sam.”

“I’m telling you to do it!” Abel said to Emmeline.

“Are you looking for a fight?” Emmeline started to remove her

apron.

“I’m your customer now,” Abel said coldly. “After I drink my coffee, I’m going to the third floor to collect

my belongings!”

He’s not here to fight?

Even so, Emmeline could not help but feel uneasy when she heard he was here to take his stuff away.

Emmeline brought the cup to a

table next to the window, and Abel sat down on a chair.

He could not think of a way to give Emmeline trouble.

He sipped the hot coffee, though the bitterness was felt in his heart.

After drinking half a cup, Abel went behind the counter and grabbed Emmeline’s wrist.

“Go upstairs and help me pack up!”

“Sure!” Emmeline said resentfully. “I can’t wait for you to vacate my room.”

Abel smirked. “Heh. Is someone moving in?”

Emmeline was taken aback.

“Congratulations, you’re right again!”

“Hmph,” Abel grunted and dragged her up the stairs.

“Emmeline, do you need any help?” Sam asked.

“I’ll call you if I need help!” Emmeline shouted.

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Abel strode up the stairs three steps at once. It did not take them too long to reach the third-floor

room.

Emmeline walked through the door, and Abel followed behind.

Before Emmeline could react, Abel turned Emmeline around and

pinned her against the door.

Bang! The door shut loudly.

“What do you want, Abel?”

Abel did not answer. His lips pressed against hers and took her breath away, and his broad chest

squeezed her body against the door.

“Mmh!” Emmeline tried to struggle, but Abel grabbed her hands and pinned them against the door.

It was like the last time when he was drunk. He hugged her waist with one arm and ravaged her lips.

Emmeline was soon out of breath, and her body began to go limp.

“Emma…” Abel mumbled while kissing her, “Let’s not break up…”

Let’s not break up?

Alana suddenly appeared in Emmeline’s mind. She shuddered and tried to push Abel away.

However, Abel was hugging her too tightly.

Without giving it a second thought, Emmeline bit his lips.

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