Chapter1232Cold–Hearted
Abel didn’t want to respond to what she said, so he said calmly, “Let’s talk about thatter; I don’t know
him well.”
“Also…” Sonia was still cager to go on.
Abel took Emmeline’s hand and said to Micha, “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 ce 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 youter.”
“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 exined. “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
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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 inparison 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. ncing at the dazzling array of desserts, Abel spotted a dish of taro–baked cakes. He
took a te 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 itpare to Dracovia’s?” He asked
Emmeline. Abel had already dug up a bit with a tiny spoon and ced 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 vor.” 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 te and ate the taro cake by herself.
“She and I don’t have a rtionship.” Abel frowned.
“I thought you two were previously dating?” Emmeline said, shing her eyshes.
“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 dered. “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.