The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Ring, ring, ring. The telephone rang.

Emmeline had called.

“Emma?” Waylon spoke swiftly, his voice calm.

“Waylon,” Emma asked, a smile on her face, “did you play the hero and save the damsel in distress?”

“You have sharp ears!” Waylon said indulgently.

“You defended our family; that’s admirable. I heard about it and recognized it right away,” Emma added.

Waylon knew it had to be Adrien’s fault. Adrien, after all, managed the Nimbus Hotel.

“What do you mean I defended our family?” Waylon asked. “Someone bullied my assistant, so I intervened. My assistant is just a figurehead and rarely does any work.”

“I see,” Emma said, sensing Waylon’s cautious distance. “Anyway, it’s good that you stood for Doris; Waylon, you fought bravely for love!”

“Enough!” Waylon exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Are you mocking your Waylon? Don’t you have anything better to do?” “If you’re free, come help me study herbs!”

Nightfall Cafe’s expansion;

care about my business?” Waylon asked, adding, “Take

finished fighting? If

that the world won’t be chaotic enough, you little troublemaker,” Waylon exclaimed, “and you never think any

you the truth,” Emma declared. “Isn’t there

dissatisfied?” scoffed Waylon. “If they’re dissatisfied, they can bring their whole family to find me.”

“You ruled over Osea, and now you’ve come to

just teasing your Waylon when

pointed out. “Is Doris okay?

Waylon explained. “I’ve already taken care of it for

rest at home tomorrow, and I’ll come

Waylon replied, “thank you on her

with a smile,

This youngster

hand, had

Abel’s eyes

and Doris will definitely have chemistry, but

Abel suggested. “As long as he