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!”

Emma explained. “I’ve been dealing with Nightfall Cafe’s expansion; franchisees. from all over have come to discuss

Waylon asked, adding, “Take care of

after you finished fighting? If so,

troublemaker,” Waylon

declared. “Isn’t there anyone who’s dissatisfied?”

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

over Osea, and now

Waylon conceded, “you’re just teasing your Waylon

not,” Emma pointed out. “Is Doris

has a minor flesh wound on her knee,” Waylon

rest at home tomorrow, and I’ll come see her

right,” Waylon replied, “thank you

smile,

This youngster

hand, had already hung

you find out?” Abel’s

Doris will definitely have chemistry, but Waylon is currently

suggested. “As long as he isn’t completely