Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

Waylon had the overwhelming need to shower and change upon returning to Macsen Villa, for his hands were covered in blood from breaking the glass and beating the criminal half to death.

Without wasting a minute, he picked up his pajamas and entered the bathroom.

Doris followed closely, asking through the door. “Waylon, do you want me to help you?”

Waylon replied from inside. “Yes, actually. I forgot that I can’t get my hands wet, and I can’t undo the buttons on my shirt.”

I’ll help you then.” She pushed open the door, her face blushing.

Although they were already married and had shared intimate moments on Adelmar Island, Doris had never helped Waylon undress and shower before.

Waylon nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of novelty as well.

Doris stood before him, first helping him remove his suit jacket and hanging it on a nearby hanger. Then, she started unbuttoning his shirt.

lon had already removed his tie in the car, and his shirt was partly unbuttoned, revealing his chiseled Chest and exuding a strong masculine scent.

Doris’ face turned beet red, and her heart raced. She dared not look up, keeping her long lashes lowered as she continued unbuttoning his shirt.

In the quiet bathroom, their breaths echoed back and forth.

Waylon looked down at the petite woman before him, inhaling the sweet fragrance from her body and hair. His heart raced, and desire began to stir within him.

The memory of the pleasure he had experienced on their wedding night, when he had released himself inside Doris for the first time, flashed through his mind. The next moment, his body uncontrollably responded, swelling with desire. Before Doris could react, he pressed her against the

her lips, silencing

“Waylon…”

his fiery passion, Doris instantly became weak, her small body melting into his embrace.

Waylon breathed heavily. “Help me take

Doris murmured in

a shower?” Waylon’s low, husky

pushed him away, her cheeks

she unfastened the belt

as if she had been scalded, feeling

breath caressed Doris’ neck, making her brain feel hazy and

zipper was undone, and the next moment, Doris was pressed into Waylon’s

later, their battlefield shifted from the bathroom to the sofa, then from the

left only with the

haven’t helped me bathe,” Waylon remarked, scooping her up and returning to the bathroom. Warm water filled the

hands, wrapped in gauze, rested outside the tub, not touching the

Doris used her little hands to play with the water,

pleaded with a hint of fear.

at her ear. “You can’t starve your

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