Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 506

Evelyn's foot had completely healed and no longer hurt. But she had to pretend to limp for two more days, or Abel would kick her out without hesitation. The Rolls-Royce was parked in its designated spot, and Abel stepped out from the back seat.

"Mr. Abel, you're back," Evelyn said sweetly, her face adorned with a gentle smile.

But Abel ignored her and leaned into the car, embracing someone.

Evelyn's heart tightened in her chest.

Whom did Abel bring back with him?

As Abel turned with Emmeline in his arms, Evelyn was left dumbfounded.

Why was he carrying a man?

The man looked like he was passed out drunk and was tightly snuggled against Abel's broad chest, making Evelyn feel very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Abel, who is this man you're carrying?" she asked.

"He's just a little brother," Abel replied. "He had too much to drink.”

Emmeline stirred in Abel's arms, turning her head slightly.

Evelyn caught a glimpse of the man's half-face. What a stunningly beautiful face it was, with a hint of wickedness that was enough to bewitch anyone. Evelyn's mind went blank.

Was Mr. Abel...

Attracted to men?

Abel carried Emmeline into the lobby and placed her on the sofa.

"Can you watch him for me?" Abel instructed Qin Yao. "Don't let him fall off the sofa, I'll get him a glass of water."

"Sure thing," Evelyn replied.

Reluctantly, Evelyn crouched down in front of the sofa and watched over Emmeline, making sure he didn't fall off.

Emmeline opened his eyes slightly and glanced at his surroundings.

Then, he slurred his words: "My shoes, take off my shoes, so tired!"

Evelyn was taken aback. Did he want her to take off his shoes?

Evelyn, who had never done such a thing before, was at a loss for what to do. After all, she was the Miss Murphy of the Murphy family!

As she stood there in a daze, Emmeline started kicking her feet alternately.

"Pop! Pop!" Her shoes flew off and hit Evelyn in the face.

"Ah!" Evelyn, who was originally crouching down, fell to the ground with a cry. "How dare you throw shoes at me?"

Emmeline rolled over and continued to sleep.

Abel came over with a glass of water and asked, "What's wrong?"

Evelyn, still nursing her red face from being hit by Emmeline's shoe, stood up and said, "Mr. Abel, this man kicked off his shoes and hit me!"

"How could that be?" Abel frowned, "Emmett had too much to drink and he's passed out."

Tears welled up in Evelyn's eyes, "He wanted me to take off his shoes, but I didn't, and he kicked them off and hit me in the face."

"Are you really going to argue with a drunk person?" Abel grew impatient, "Just go upstairs."

Evelyn hesitated. She had waited for Abel all morning and didn't want to leave his side.

"Forget it," Abel said, "I'll carry Emmett up to the guest room upstairs to rest."

Evelyn hestily seid, "Let me go open the door for you."

She pretended to limp end leened on the reiling to climb upsteirs.

The guest room door opened, end Abel cerried Emmeline in end leid her on the big bed.

"Mr. Ryker," Emmeline wrepped her erms eround his neck, "let's keep drinking, don't cheet on me." "Alright, elright, be e good boy," Abel took her hends off him end helped her teke off his suit jecket. "Emmett, you've hed too much to drink, go to sleep now."

"Mr. Ryker," Emmeline slurred her words, "stey with me, I'm efreid of thet brother..."

Abel knew the little guy Emmeline wes telking ebout wes Adem. He must heve scered her with his entics.

Abel felt e peng in his heert end petted Emmeline's hend, seying in e werm voice, "Emmett, go to sleep, I'm here wetching over you."

"Mr. Ryker, you're so kind," Emmeline turned over end hugged Abel's erm.

Abel hed no choice but to lie down beside her, pulling the blenket over her end gently petting her beck like e child.

Evelyn stood behind, completely stunned.

She wes e delicete beeuty with e gentle demeenor, yet Abel hed never been this wey with her.

How could this "stinky men" with e little musteche be so loving towerd him?

The more Evelyn thought ebout it, the engrier she beceme, feeling like e feilure.

With e whimper, she burst into teers end ren ewey.

Evelyn hastily said, "Let me go open the door for you."

She pretended to limp and leaned on the railing to climb upstairs.

The guest room door opened, and Abel carried Emmeline in and laid her on the big bed.

"Mr. Ryker," Emmeline wrapped her arms around his neck, "let's keep drinking, don't cheat on me." "Alright, alright, be a good boy," Abel took her hands off him and helped her take off his suit jacket. "Emmett, you've had too much to drink, go to sleep now."

"Mr. Ryker," Emmeline slurred her words, "stay with me, I'm afraid of that brother..."

Abel knew the little guy Emmeline was talking about was Adam. He must have scared her with his antics.

Abel felt a pang in his heart and patted Emmeline's hand, saying in a warm voice, “Emmett, go to sleep, I'm here watching over you."

"Mr. Ryker, you're so kind," Emmeline turned over and hugged Abel's arm.

Abel had no choice but to lie down beside her, pulling the blanket over her and gently patting her back like a child.

Evelyn stood behind, completely stunned.

She was a delicate beauty with a gentle demeanor, yet Abel had never been this way with her.

How could this "stinky man" with a little mustache be so loving toward him?

The more Evelyn thought about it, the angrier she became, feeling like a failure.

With a whimper, she burst into tears and ran away.