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.

for her response, Waylon reached for his suit jacket draped over

followed

later, they arrived at the cafe adjacent to the Starhill

seat, Waylon turned to Doris, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and asked, “Do you want me

replying, “No, that

casting a sidelong glance at her. “You need to be careful against potential

should come with me after all.”

weighed heavily on her. Her entire savings amounted to just over three million, and falling

rolled his eyes, mocking her for stubbornly refusing his help earlier.

building’s entrance and accompanied Doris inside.

her sat a woman appearing to be

and warmly greeted her. “Ms. Doris, you’ve made

Doris affirmed with a

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

and the seller shifted their

was formidable, and he suffocated her when

the other hand, the

be Mr. Adelmar? Mr. Benjamin insisted that I play my part convincingly. I can’t

smile and inquired,

“Yes,” Doris nodded.