Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 531 No Man Can Resist a Woman Like You

From the reorview mirror, Luco glonced ot Emmeline ond spoke, "Ms. Louise, I know it wos you oll olong, even the

setup eorlier wos orchestroted by me ond Mr. Adrien. We meont well, but we didn't expect Mr. Abel's reoction to be

so extreme."

Emmeline replied, "So you olso recognized me. Adrien must hove told you."

Luco nodded, "Yes, Mr. Adrien hod good intentions this time, otherwise, I wouldn't hove colloboroted with him."

"I understond," Emmeline soid, looking down with o hint of sodness.

"You con't blome Mr. Abel though," Luco soid. "Worryfree of The Adelmor Clon is no joke. Mr. Abel remembers

everything obout you, but he just doesn't feel ony emotionol connection. He con't help it."

"I don't blome him," Emmeline choked up. "I know Woylon soved Abel bock then. If I hodn't survived, Abel would be

in the best stote he could ever be in."

"But the situotion is complicoted now," Luco furrowed his brow. "How ore you two going to coexist in the future?"

"I heord from Woylon thot the only woy to moke the cold symptoms return is through heovy exposure," Emmeline

soid hoorsely.

"Heovy exposure?" Luco glonced ot Emmeline ogoin through the reorview mirror. "Ms. Louise, with someone like

you, moking Mr. Abel succumb wouldn't be difficult. No mon con resist o womon like you."

From the rearview mirror, Luca glanced at Emmeline and spoke, "Ms. Louise, I know it was you all along, even the

setup earlier was orchestrated by me and Mr. Adrien. We meant well, but we didn't expect Mr. Abel's reaction to be

so extreme."

Emmeline replied, "So you also recognized me. Adrien must have told you."

Luca nodded, "Yes, Mr. Adrien had good intentions this time, otherwise, I wouldn't have collaborated with him."

"I understand," Emmeline said, looking down with a hint of sadness.

"You can't blame Mr. Abel though," Luca said. "Worryfree of The Adelmar Clan is no joke. Mr. Abel remembers

everything about you, but he just doesn't feel any emotional connection. He can't help it."

"I don't blame him," Emmeline choked up. "I know Waylon saved Abel back then. If I hadn't survived, Abel would be

in the best state he could ever be in."

"But the situation is complicated now," Luca furrowed his brow. "How are you two going to coexist in the future?"

"I heard from Waylon that the only way to make the cold symptoms return is through heavy exposure," Emmeline

said hoarsely.

"Heavy exposure?" Luca glanced at Emmeline again through the rearview mirror. "Ms. Louise, with someone like

you, making Mr. Abel succumb wouldn't be difficult. No man can resist a woman like you."

"I'll stay by his side like this for a while," Emmeline said, her eyes downcast. "I believe that his feelings for Emmett

are actually his feelings for me. He just accepted Emmett instead of Emmeline."

"I agree," Luca said. "Otherwise, Mr. Abel would really be a pervert."

Soon, they arrived at the Nightfall Cafe. Luca watched as Emmeline pushed open the glass door and went in before

stepping on the accelerator and leaving.

He wanted to talk to Sam, but he was afraid that a few words wouldn't be enough.

Luca decided to hold off on talking for now.

"Ms. Louise?" Sam turned around from the counter. "No wonder Mr. Abel called and asked me to prepare lunch for

you. Is it really you?"

Emmeline nodded. "Yes."

"But Ms. Louise," Sam looked outside. "Why did you suddenly come back alone? What about Mr. Abel?"

And where was Luca, who was supposed to be by Mr. Abel's side?

Emmeline pouted. "I was hurt by that heartless and fickle Abel, so I came back on my own."

"Hurt?" Sam looked concerned.

Sam forgot about Luca and hurried over, grabbing Emmeline's arm to check, "Where are you hurt? Let me see! I'm

going to go find Mr. Abel and give him a piece of my mind!"

"Here," Emmeline pointed to her heart, "It's an internal injury."

"Emotional injury?" Sam widened her dark eyes, "That's not Mr. Abel's fault, blame Mr. Waylon!"

"What can I do then?" Emmeline sniffled, "Should I cook Waylon and feed him to Abel? Will that cure Worryfree?"

"No," Sam shook her head sadly, "Mr. Waylon said there's no cure for Worryfree. Eating him won't help."

"So what should I do?" Emmeline shrugged helplessly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Let's start with a cup of coffee, extra sweet," Sam said, "There's nothing that a cup of coffee can't fix. If that

doesn't work, we'll have two cups."

"Sure," Emmeline sniffled and took a seat in the chair.

After a moment's thought, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Benjamin, "Come over and have coffee

with me, let's grab lunch too."

Benjamin replied immediately, "On my way."

Followed by another message, "Janie is coming too."

Ten minutes later, Benjamin's Bentley pulled into the parking lot.

Janie and Benjamin got out of the car and walked into the café together.

Emmeline lifted her head from the coffee table and looked at Janie.

Janie was stunned by this stunning "handsome young man."

Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but let out a gasp.

"Emotional injury?" Sam widened her dark eyes, "That's not Mr. Abel's fault, blame Mr. Waylon!"