The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1084 Reaping What You Sow

"Tomorrow, there's a cocktail party," Waylon said calmly, "and you'll accompany me. So, we need to go buy some clothes now."

It suddenly dawned on Doris that she was still Waylon's part-time assistant, specifically tasked with dealing with troublesome situations.

"When does the cocktail party start?" Doris asked. "I can go shopping by myself early tomorrow."

"I don't trust your taste," Waylon sneered. "And I don't want to be embarrassed!"

Doris hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly replied, "Alright."

Before long, the Maybach parked in the underground parking lot of The Verdaria.

Doris stepped out of the car, wearing Waylon's white suit. She paired it with a pair of slim, ash-colored jeans, and the oversized white suit jacket created an unexpectedly stylish and charming look.

Standing next to Waylon, who was tall and handsome in his white trousers and white shirt, they seemed to complement each other perfectly.

As they entered the elevator, the mirror in front of them reflected their figures, surprising them both.

They looked like a perfect match, a couple blessed with good looks and talent.

Waylon couldn't help but steal a glance at Doris.

Doris couldn't help but sneak a few more glances at him.

This man was truly handsome! Just seeing his profile made her heart flutter.

Who would be the lucky woman to claim this extraordinary man in the future?

Exiting the elevator, they arrived at the Yvvas Sainte Laurent counter.






























"Pick a shirt for yourself then return me the suit," Waylon instructed.

Doris nodded in agreement.

After all, she couldn't just wander around in a men's suit drawing attention to herself.

Guided by a sales consultant, she quickly chose a white casual shirt and changed out of the torn one in the fitting room.

Carrying Waylon's suit jacket, she walked out of the fitting room and asked the man sitting on the couch, "Is this shirt okay?"

Waylon raised his gaze, looked at her briefly, and then got up to head toward the cashier.

Doris quickly caught up and pulled at the sleeve of Waylon's shirt. "I can handle it myself," she said.

"Don't overthink it," Waylon replied. "Consider this shirt as tomorrow's bonus."

Doris remained silent.

It turned out she was the one reaping the benefits.

Leaving Yvvas Sainte Laurent, they arrived at the fifth floor, the formal dress section.

As soon as Doris saw the price tags on the dresses displayed on the mannequins near the entrance, she took a sharp breath and whispered, "Mr. Adelmar, these dresses are too expensive. Is it necessary?"

"Are you mocking me?" Waylon sneered. "Are you suggesting that any random dress would be suitable for me?"

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