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.

then softly said, “Have you eaten yet? Let me treat

of steps away, extinguished his cigarette in a nearby bin, and tossed it inside.

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

go home. Call your

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

pale, a hint of pain flashing in

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

do!” Benjamin nodded. “I’ll stay here too.

walking away with

lot, Waylon opened the Maybach, and Lily took the front passenger

back,” Waylon said

had been upset about not being able to sit beside Waylon. Little did she know that he was considering her

about half an hour, they

Adelmar,” Lily asked, “Do you like Italian

fine with it,” Waylon replied

have to learn how to make dishes from all over the world

scarpariello and

you like sweet and sour flavors?”

fine with it,” Waylon repeated the same phrase.

Did he mean “fine with it” or “not in the mood”? But Lily couldn’t dwell on such thoughts. The fact that