The CEO's Quadruplets

Laura’s POV

I accidentally slept with a handsome man in a bar and ran away secretly. Two years later, I returned with my child, and unexpectedly, I met the man again.

My whole body felt very sore. It felt like a thief who had been beaten by village residents.

I opened my eyes slowly while enduring the pain throughout my body. Suddenly, a handsome face with almost perfect lines appeared before my eyes. You could say, this face is God's most beautiful work. In fact, even when asleep, I still look sexy and charming.

The clouds in the sky slowly moved down to cover the sunlight that was streaming into the room through the window, creating a deep shadow under the handsome man's forehead. This image shows a cold and arrogant character.

I really admired this beautiful view. However, a few moments later, flashes of last night's events suddenly flooded my mind. I gasped and immediately covered my mouth, which was almost screaming.

“He... he...”

I remember that last night I went to the bar to drink. Because I was betrayed by my boyfriend, I looked for a hired man to vent my anger and disappointment. Then, I met a handsome pimp and spent the whole night with him.

I tried to calm myself. However, my eyes were still fixed on the man. His handsomeness was truly on a different level. I slowly got out of bed. The clothes scattered on the floor reminded me of the craziness that happened last night.

The clock shows 11 am. Bad! At 12 o'clock I have a class. I still hold the status of a foreign student at a university in Colorado. Thanks to the satisfactory grades I had obtained since middle school, I managed to get a scholarship abroad.

I reached into my wallet and took out two hundred dollar bills. After thinking for a moment, I withdrew two more hundred thousand notes and placed them on the table. I gathered my scattered clothes and put them on hastily. After ensuring that nothing was left behind, I immediately left the room.

Three years later.

In a neat room on the fifth floor of the Block A apartment complex, there are lots of children's toys in every corner. The entire floor of the room was covered with soft mattresses with cute and adorable animated pictures.

I stood with one foot on the mattress, while I raised the other foot to my head. I tried hard to stabilize the posture for a while controlling the rhythm of my breathing.

When I was doing yoga to enjoy some quiet and quiet alone time, suddenly the door opened wide. Four little kids ran around trying to get into the room.

“Mom!”

The four little boys shouted at me. They ran towards their mother with their short, cute legs.

Yes, they are all children born from my womb. Initially, I was very surprised when I found out that I was pregnant with four children. However, I couldn't bear to get rid of these four innocent lives.

Yeah, childhood trauma is one of the reasons why I keep my babies. When I was little, I was often tortured by my own biological father. Meanwhile, my mother, who couldn't stand it anymore, finally filed for divorce and had the heart to leave my daughter. I don't want to do the same to my children.

Initially, I intended to find the pimp who was the father of my children. However, I believe this incident was entirely my own fault. It was impossible for me to ask a pimp whose origins were unclear and whom I did not know at all to support myself and my children. After all, they were just having a one-night stand, nothing more. I am also a little afraid that my children will be treated as harshly as my father treated me when I was little.

I was sure I could take care of the babies alone.

I, who was still in the yoga position, panicked. “Wait, wait, wait! Ah, ah, ah!” There was a fairly loud thud. My kids and I fell to the mat. A cute little child was thrown and rolled several times into the corner of the room. My chubby face was stunned for a while.

Andre and Andrea climbed on top of my body. Identical twins, Oliver and Olivia, also lay on my stomach. All the babies clung to my body, laughing cheerfully.

Aunt Renata, the caretaker of the cute children, couldn't help but laugh when I saw this ridiculous sight.

I finally got up with the children still clinging to my body. The children fell onto the soft mattress one by one.

Andre turned his back and immediately got up to climb my body again. His short legs kept trying hard to climb onto his mother's body.

“Andre, don't be naughty! It'll fall, you know," I reminded him.

"I am not afraid. I'm a soldier," said Andre, raising his hand in a salute. A moment later, he fell off my body again.

“Soldier,” I corrected.

“Mom, I have little red flowers! I just picked them up today at the park!” Andrea held a small red flower in my hand. Her eyes were sparkling with anticipation, waiting to be praised by me.

"Great!" I praised him.

"I also have little red flowers!" Oliver also took a red flower from his pocket.

"Me too," Olivia whispered softly.

I laughed. The daughter must have given the flowers to another boy, right?

Andre finally managed to climb onto my back again after much effort. He waved his hands while exclaiming, “Mom, I also have little red flowers!”

I turned to Aunt Renata, who was still standing in the doorway. "You can go home now, Renata," he said with a smile.

"Okay, ma'am. Tomorrow I will come here again at eight o'clock," said Aunt Renata.

"Okay," answered me.

Aunt Renata had come home. Now there are only I and four small children left in the house.