The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Doris,” Lily’s eyes were red-rimmed. “Daniel risked his life for you. You must not let him down!”

Doris hesitated for a moment, remembering the critical moment when Daniel claimed to be her boyfriend to protect her. In return, she had also claimed that Daniel was her boyfriend to plead for his safety. Now, Lily’s words…

Doris mumbled a faint “yes” and nodded.

A short distance away, Waylon, who was leaning against the wall, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

“Waylon, Benjamin whispered, “There might still be a way out of this…”

“Get lost!” Waylon furrowed his brows. “What’s it to do with me? Who do you think I am?”

Still being stubborn, eh? Benjamin mused. Isn’t it obvious? When your beloved woman is being taken away right- before your eyes, and you’re here trying to save face, it’s nothing but self-inflicted suffering!

“Mr. Adelmar!” Lily approached and said warmly, “Thank you for saving my brother.”

“Also, thanks to Daniel for helping… my sister’s employee,” Waylon replied, taking a drag from his cigarette and exhaling a thin plume of smoke.

Behind the faint smoke, his deep, mysterious eyes seemed to hold a touch of melancholy, adding to his already captivating aura.

Lily suddenly felt a bit dazed, noting a certain melancholic quality in Waylon’s expression. Yet, this quality only made him more enchanting.

hesitated for a moment and then softly said, “Have you eaten

couple of steps away, extinguished his cigarette in a nearby bin, and tossed it inside. “Sure,” he replied

it to be so easy to invite Waylon out. It was

passed by Doris, he whispered, “You should go home. Call your sister. Your kids are still

head hanging low and tears still falling, replied, “I’ll wait here for Daniel. He’s in

pale, a hint of pain flashing in his lowered. eyes.

to Benjamin. “Arrange for a Struyria Banquet meal to be delivered

nodded. “I’ll stay

Waylon replied before walking

the Maybach, and

the back,” Waylon said with furrowed brows. “It’s

being able to sit beside Waylon. Little

they entered an

asked, “Do you like Italian cuisine?”

it,” Waylon

Does that mean I’ll have to learn how to

scarpariello and pork

again, “Mr. Adelmar, do you like sweet and sour flavors?”

with it,” Waylon repeated the same

furrowed her brows once more. Did he mean “fine with it” or “not in the mood”? But Lily couldn’t dwell on such thoughts. The fact that Waylon was having a meal with her was already a rare opportunity. She couldn’t afford to waste her thoughts on