Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman novel Chapter 529

“Emmett is Emmett, how can he be the same?” Abel said impatiently, “Drink, alcohol can’t even make you shut up!”

“I’m just asking, how do you feel about Emmeline now?” Adrien said, “She’s such a great woman, can you really just stop loving her like that?”

“Adrien, are you done yet?” Abel said, growing impatient. “You brought me here today, if we’re just going to talk about this, Emmett and I will leave!”

“Come on, man!” Adrien stood up and grabbed him. “Can’t we change the subject?”

“Fine!” Abel muttered, picking up his glass and taking a sip.

Just the mention of Emmeline made him feel uneasy and annoyed, he couldn’t quite explain the feeling.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked a young lady wearing a wine-red fishtail dress.

The lady squeezed past Luca with a seductive sway and walked into the room.

Now Luca understood. So, the fishtail dress he had gone to such great lengths to find was being worn by this lady.

And this lady…

“Emmeline?” Abel slowly stood up from the couch.

Emmeline also rose to her feet, about to speak, when Adrien grabbed her suit jacket collar.

Emmeline looked at him and suddenly understood Adrien’s intentions.

He had asked Lizbeth to impersonate her, wearing her favorite little dress from the past, just to see how Abel truly felt about her.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed nervously on Abel’s face.

“What are you doing here?” Abel frowned as he looked at the “Emmeline” walking towards him. “Are you okay?”

“Abel,” Lizbeth looked at him with affectionate eyes and spoke softly. “I’m not dead. I’m back. I’ve missed you so much, Abel.”

She then threw herself into his arms.

Abel pushed her away with one hand. “Emmeline, don’t do this.”

Lizbeth was stunned, and so were Adrien, Emmeline, and Luca.

Abel was really rejecting Emmeline!

It wasn’t like this before!

“Abel,” Lizbeth’s eyes filled with tears, “what’s wrong? Are you unhappy to see me?”

“I’m happy,” Abel said, “that you’re back alive. Of course, I’m happy.”

But those memories felt like static images, devoid of any emotional resonance.

He was puzzled – how could his past love for her be fake?

It didn’t make sense.

Yet now, the woman he once loved so passionately seemed to elicit no emotional response from him.

Lizbeth’s tears were flowing as she asked, “Answer me, Abel.”

She was too invested in the act, and her tears blurred her makeup.

A careless wipe made her look less like Emmeline.

Adrien was about to give her a signal when Abel suddenly blurted out, “Lizbeth?”

Luca, standing at the door, covered his eyes in horror, realizing the situation.

Emmeline was also distressed.

“Lizbeth, are you playing this kind of game too?” Abel was clearly angry, and he turned to Adrien, “Adrien, is this your doing?”