The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507 Mr. Ryker Cooks for You

Emmeline heard the footsteps fade away and couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in Abel's embrace. The alcohol had started to take its toll and she felt a little fuzzy.

Like a kitten, she snuggled into Abel's arms, curling up into a ball. Abel held her close and wondered why he felt so affectionate towards this "little man." His heart was filled with a tender feeling of love and care.

Emmeline stayed curled up in Abel's arms as he patiently comforted her. Before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

Under the influence of alcohol, Abel too had drifted off to sleep for what seemed like ages. Meanwhile, Evelyn couldn't hear any noise from the room, and there was no sign of Abel leaving the guest room. She was quite puzzled.

She quietly made her way upstairs and approached the door, peering through the crack to take a peek inside. But what she saw almost made her faint.

There was the big man, holding onto the "little man," sleeping soundly together like two peas in a pod. Evelyn couldn't help but question her entire existence.

Abel was snuggled up with another man, and instead of feeling disgusted, they were so sweet together. This could only mean one thing, and Evelyn refused to accept it.

"Cough, cough!" She cleared her throat loudly, trying to wake them up.

As expected, Abel woke up with a start and was surprised to find himself holding onto "Emmett," quickly sitting up in a panic.

"Mr. Abel," Evelyn whispered from the doorway, "would you like me to make some hangover soup?"

Abel looked down at "Emmett" in his arms, her little face flushed from sleep.

"No need, let him sleep a little longer," Abel replied.

"How about I make you a cup of tea?" Evelyn suggested, her voice meek. "Tea can help with the hangover too."

"Okay," Abel agreed, getting out of bed.

In her sleep, Emmeline felt a cold breeze and slowly opened her eyes.

"Mr. Ryker?" She rubbed her eyes and said, "Are you up?"

"Oh no," Abel said, "did we wake you up?"

"Gurgle, gurgle," Emmeline's stomach growled twice.

"I think I'm hungry, so I woke up," Emmeline said as her stomach growled.

Abel patted her head. "It's already dinner time. Why don't we get up and eat?"

"Okay, sure," Emmeline said as she sat up. She turned to Evelyn at the door and said, "Hey, you, auntie, why don't you go prepare dinner? I'm hungry and I want to eat."

Evelyn was taken aback. Did this brat just call her "hey you" and "auntie"? Suppressing her anger, she leaned against the door frame and said, "Take a good look, who's your auntie?"

Emmeline rubbed her eyes and said, "Oh, she's a maid, then hurry up and go cook dinner for us, Mr. Ryker and I are hungry."

Maid?

Are you blind?

Your whole family is maids!

Evelyn was so angry that she snorted heavily and stormed off.

"Mr. Ryker, what's wrong with her?" Emmeline looked at Abel with an innocent expression.

Abel sighed, "She's e guest, not e meid."

"Oh," Emmeline scretched her heed, "I thought she wes e meid, I must heve been misteken. I'll epologize to her."