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 his suit jacket draped over the sofa. He urged, “Let’s go.”

and followed him out the

later, they arrived at the cafe adjacent

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

her head gently, replying, “No, that won’t be necessary.”

“You need to be careful against potential scams. Are

replied, “Perhaps you should come with me after all.”

of being deceived weighed heavily on her. Her entire savings amounted to just over three million,

eyes, mocking her for stubbornly refusing his help

building’s

woman appearing to be

Doris, Haider quickly rose to her feet and warmly greeted her. “Ms. Doris, you’ve made

affirmed with

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

Haider and the seller shifted their

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

hand, the

thought to herself, Could this be Mr. Adelmar? Mr. Benjamin insisted that I play my part convincingly. I can’t let them down!

and inquired, “Are you looking

“Yes,” Doris nodded.