Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 840

Under the thick and long curly eyelashes, there was a pair of dark and clear eyes.

It is like keeping two pills of nimble black mercury in the white mercury.

The waves were shimmering, as deep as the night sea and starry sky.

The three of them could not help being attracted by these eyes.

They got a little lost in them for a while.

“Emma,” It was Waylon who said with a hoarse voice first, “Can you see clearly?”

“More than clear,” Emmeline said, “I wonder if I have sharp eyes, this is too bright!”

“Oh!” All three let out a sigh of relief, it was a success!

Emmeline looked carefully from Waylon to Benjamin, and then to Kendra’s face.

There was nothing to say about eyesight, it was really indisputable.

The stubble around Waylon’s lips could be seen one by one.

There were also small freckles in the corners of Kendra’s eyes.

She got up and said, “I want to see Abel, I want to guard him, I can see it, I can help him.”

“Waylon has already given Abel an injection,” Benjamin held her down, “You better take a rest, Abel has us over there.”

“However, how can I sit still?” Emmeline burst into tears, “He was poisoned to save me.”

Waylon sat down on the sofa and said, “If you want to help Abel, you should study the antidote together with me. Two people’s brains are better than one, and you also have something better than me.”

“However, the laboratory is in Macsen Villa,” Emmeline said, “I cannot go there, I want to guard Abel here.” “How about this,” Waylon said, “Tidy up a guest room and we move the laboratory here.”

“Then I will sort it out now,” Kendra turned around and went upstairs.

“I will help to move,” Benjamin stood up, “I will retrieve the stuff from Macsen Villa.”

“Um,” Waylon nodded, “I will go with you, I need to keep certain things tally.”

“Then let us go now,” Benjamin picked up the suit jacket on the sofa. Seeing that everyone was busy, Emmeline turned and ran to the basement. The pastry chef poked his head out of the kitchen and looked around.

Then he retracted his head, closed the kitchen door, and called Adam.

“Mr. Adam, I saw Mr. Abel soaking in the basement bathroom, his whole body was flushed like bloodshot eyes, and he was also unconscious.”

“…” Adam was trying to imagine what the pastry chef said.

Damn it!