The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Waylon paused, flipping the skewers in his hand, and replied, "Timothy wasn't around at that time."

"Why not?" Doris was clueless about the details.

"Why so many questions?" Waylon didn't feel like explaining and continued flipping the skewers.

The elusive smoke made his face across the table appear somewhat dreamy. His starry eyes, illuminated by the charcoal, emitted a penetrating glow that seemed to reach deep into the soul.

Unable to resist, Doris stole a few more glances at him.

When Waylon noticed the peculiar gaze directed at him, she quickly averted her eyes, smiling, and said, "Ms. Louise and the kids are fortunate to have you as their big brother."

"They have Abel now," Waylon replied with a smile. "So, I can relax a bit."

"Mr. Adelmar, do you have a girlfriend?" Doris blurted out suddenly, unable to contain herself.

both of

and asked, "Are you trying to

popped a soybean into her mouth, awkwardly chuckling. "I just spoke without thinking, didn't mean

nosy!" Waylon

she was

Ms. Louise, she's

step-down, "It's enviable to have you on her side and to marry a man who

the subject intentionally, but as she spoke, she couldn't help but feel a pang

were swift and hearty, exuding a somewhat

laughter

a piece of meat from the skewer with an iron skewer and devouring

dared not look at her anymore, as doing so would not just convey a sense of disdain but also make him want to

quickly raised his head and took two

enough, the frosty beer flowing down