Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 513

Rosaline was seething with anger, tears streaming down her face as she pointed at the “little mustache” in the bed sheets and her lips trembling.

“Abel, I never would have thought that you would have this kind of preference. What kind of woman can’t you find? Do you have to like a man?”

“Evelyn told me, and I couldn’t believe it until I saw it with my own eyes! Abel, you’ve really hurt your mother!”

“What did you say, Mom?” Abel’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I said what?” Rosaline pointed at Emmeline. “Who is this mustached man? You don’t like him, yet you’re cuddling with him and sleeping together?”

Abel turned his head to look at Emmeline, who had just been awakened and was looking confused.

Her little face was buried in the sheets, revealing only a pair of fluttering peach blossom eyes, making her look like a cute little child.

“Mom, you’ve got it all wrong,” Abel said. “Emmett is just a kid, I treat him like a little brother. It’s not what you think.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Rosaline snapped. “I’ve never seen a man sleep with a little brother for a whole night! What else did you two do? It wasn’t something shameful, was it?”

“What are you saying, Mom?” Abel furrowed his brow. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I was just really tired and fell asleep like that.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t do anything serious?” Rosaline still seemed unconvinced.

When she had walked in, she saw her son holding Emmett with such tenderness and care, as if he was cradling a beautiful woman.

“Enough already,” Abel said, growing impatient. “I told you, nothing happened.”

He did have a strange fondness for Emmett, but that didn’t mean he was gay.

Emmeline wasn’t sure if Abel had done anything to her last night. She lifted a hand and gingerly touched her little beard and eyebrows.

Thank goodness, everything was still intact.

But Abel’s handsome face had turned blue.

Emmeline knew he couldn’t explain it anymore.

His mother thought he was gay.

But she couldn’t explain it to him, or else it would be busted.

“Who is this kid?” Rosaline asked angrily. “Whose child is he? I’ll find his parents and tell them their child is misbehaving at such a young age!”