Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

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 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

Waylon dominantly captured her lips, silencing her

“Waylon…”

weak, her small

Waylon breathed heavily. “Help me

Doris murmured

you’re taking a shower?” Waylon’s low, husky voice echoed in her

quickly and gently pushed him away, her cheeks flushed

hand, fumbling to undo his belt. As she unfastened the belt and moved to unzip his pants, her

as if she had been scalded, feeling like she might

voice was low and husky, and his warm breath caressed Doris’ neck, making her brain feel hazy

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

bathroom to the sofa, then from the sofa to the bed, and then to the bay window.

completely exhausted, left only with the energy to pant

and returning to the bathroom. Warm water filled the bathtub. Doris nestled in Waylon’s arms as they both sat together in the tub.

gauze, rested outside the tub,

strength, Doris used her little hands to play with the water, gently washing Waylon.

softly pleaded with a hint of

at her ear. “You can’t starve

”