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.

and then softly said, “Have you eaten yet? Let

away, extinguished his cigarette in a nearby bin, and tossed it inside. “Sure,” he replied calmly, “I’m hungry

it to be so easy to invite Waylon

Doris, he whispered, “You should go home. Call your

her head hanging low and tears still falling, replied, “I’ll wait here for Daniel. He’s in surgery; how can I leave him?”

slightly pale, a hint of

said, then turned to Benjamin. “Arrange for a Struyria Banquet meal to be

stay here

replied before walking away with Lily

lot, Waylon opened the Maybach, and

said with furrowed

upset about not being able to sit beside Waylon. Little did she know that

hour, they

Adelmar,” Lily asked, “Do you like Italian cuisine?”

fine with it,” Waylon

Lily furrowed her brows again. What kind of response was that? Does that mean I’ll have to learn how to make dishes from all over the world just to please this man

ordered chicken scarpariello and pork

spoke again, “Mr. Adelmar, do you like sweet and

fine with it,” Waylon repeated

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