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.

delicate hands moved across his chest, his desire grew stronger. 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

captured her lips, silencing her with a passionate and intense

“Waylon…”

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

breathed heavily. “Help me take them off.”

Doris murmured in

want me to help you undress while you’re taking a shower?” Waylon’s low, husky voice echoed in her

gently pushed him away, her

unfastened the belt and moved to unzip his pants,

hand back as if she had been

husky, and his warm breath caressed

the next moment, Doris

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

left only with

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

wrapped in gauze, rested outside

strength, Doris used her little hands to play with the water,

Doris softly pleaded with

her ear. “You

”