The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Waylon questioned himself internally, Should I be happy for her or not?

He wasn’t experiencing any strong sense of joy, but realizing he did feel a sense of relief seeing her so elated was perplexing. What kind of logic was this?

Waylon struggled to understand his feelings.

“Which sales office are you headed to?” he asked casually, masking his emotion.

Doris responded, “Starhill Garden. A property conveniently located nearby the city center.”

Waylon, rising from his seat, offered, “I can drive you there. You seem to be in quite a rush, and the seller might grow impatient and reconsider if you take too long.”

Caught off guard, Doris quickly declined his offer. “No, that’s alright. I can manage on my own. You just got home, and you should rest.”

“I’m not tired.”

Doris insisted, “I don’t want to trouble you. I’ve already been enough of a burden.”

He answered sternly, “One more time won’t make a difference.”

What? Do I have to shamelessly insist on going with her?

With a firm tone, he declared, “It’s no trouble at all! Consider this a final gesture. Since you’re planning to move out soon, you won’t have the opportunity to trouble me anymore.”

Truthfully, she was upset with his response.

his suit jacket draped over the sofa. He urged,

followed him out the

later, they arrived at the cafe adjacent to the Starhill Garden sales office.

driver’s seat, Waylon turned to Doris, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and asked, “Do

shook her head gently, replying, “No, that

need to be

Doris replied, “Perhaps you should

deceived weighed heavily on her. Her entire savings amounted to just

for stubbornly refusing his help

car near the building’s entrance and accompanied Doris

the window was Ms. Haider, and opposite her sat a woman appearing to be in her thirties. She was sharp, composed, and exuded the air of a career woman.

Haider quickly rose to her feet and warmly greeted

with a

introduction, “This is Waylon, a close friend. He’s here to accompany me today.”

and the seller shifted their attention

shyly, avoiding direct eye contact with him. His presence was formidable, and he suffocated her when she

other hand, the seller scrutinized Waylon

to herself, Could this be Mr. Adelmar? Mr. Benjamin insisted that

and inquired, “Are you looking to buy a house urgently?”

“Yes,” Doris nodded.