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,

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

expected it to be so easy to invite Waylon out. It was like a dream. come

home. Call your sister. Your kids are still waiting. for

wait here for Daniel. He’s in surgery; how

turned slightly pale, a hint of

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

“I’ll stay here

walking

Maybach, and Lily took

the back,” Waylon said with furrowed brows.

being able to sit beside Waylon.

hour, they

Adelmar,” Lily asked, “Do you like

fine with it,” Waylon replied

brows again. What kind of response was that? Does that mean I’ll have to learn how to make dishes from all over

ordered chicken scarpariello

“Mr. Adelmar, do you like

Waylon repeated the same phrase.

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 food.