The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 147

The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 145

I’ll go up then.” Abel wiped his hands on his apron.

“Mm. I’ll go up after I’m done with the dishes.” Emmeline was about to return to the kitchen.

Timothy called out from the staircase, “Mommy, Daddy’s suits are in a mess. He’s not going to put everything back in place. You should help him.”

“Fine! I wonder what’s gotten into all of you?” Emmeline could only follow Abel up the stairs.

Star ran out of the bedroom. “Daddy, Mommy, it’s a mess inside. It’s like barbarians ransacked the place.”

Abel and Emmeline exchange glances, thinking it was very

precocious for Star to know what barbarians were.

They went into Abel’s bedroom one after the other and were immediately dumbfounded.

What the heck? This is more like the scene of an earthquake!

“What were they doing?”

Emmeline gawked at the interior of the room. “How did this happen?”

“I guess they got a little carried away,” Abel said while rolling up his sleeves. “There’s no use wondering. Let’s get to work.”

Emmeline crouched on the floor and began to fold the clothes.

“Wait,” Abel suddenly said.

Hm?” Emmeline turned het head to look at him.

Her gaze lingered on his figure. At that moment, he looked like a household man.

“Your finger. I have a band-aid over here, let me put it on for you,” Abel said.

Emmeline thought it would be something more serious. She waved her hand and said, “It’s only a small cut. Your spit probably healed it already.”

“That won’t do. What if it gets infected?”

Abel took a band-aid from the drawer and gently wrapped it around Emmeline’s finger.

“Alright, it won’t get infected,” Abel said and gently blew on it.

Emmeline blushed, feeling warmth in her wildly thumping heart.

The man always looked so serious. She did not expect to see a gentle side of him.

Alana is such a lucky woman.

She did not feel like speaking, so she crouched and continued to clean up.

The pile in front of her was Abel’s expensive clothes.

Emmeline picked them up one by one and hung them in the closet.

She picked up a black suit. “Huh, isn’t this the suit I bought for you?”