The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Waylon had the overwhelming need to shower and change upon returning to Macsen Villa, for his hands were covered in blood from breaking the glass and beating the criminal half to death.

Without wasting a minute, he picked up his pajamas and entered the bathroom.

Doris followed closely, asking through the door. “Waylon, do you want me to help you?”

Waylon replied from inside. “Yes, actually. I forgot that I can’t get my hands wet, and I can’t undo the buttons on my shirt.”

I’ll help you then.” She pushed open the door, her face blushing.

Although they were already married and had shared intimate moments on Adelmar Island, Doris had never helped Waylon undress and shower before.

Waylon nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of novelty as well.

Doris stood before him, first helping him remove his suit jacket and hanging it on a nearby hanger. Then, she started unbuttoning his shirt.

lon had already removed his tie in the car, and his shirt was partly unbuttoned, revealing his chiseled Chest and exuding a strong masculine scent.

Doris’ face turned beet red, and her heart raced. She dared not look up, keeping her long lashes lowered as she continued unbuttoning his shirt.

In the quiet bathroom, their breaths echoed back and forth.

Waylon looked down at the petite woman before him, inhaling the sweet fragrance from her body and hair. His heart raced, and desire began to stir within him.

time, flashed through his mind. The next moment, his body uncontrollably

she could finish her sentence, Waylon dominantly captured her lips, silencing her with

“Waylon…”

Doris instantly became weak, her small body melting into

“Help me take them off.”

murmured in

to help you undress while you’re taking a shower?” Waylon’s low, husky voice echoed in her ear.

gently pushed him away, her cheeks flushed

the belt and moved to unzip his pants, her hand accidentally touched the prominent bulge

as if she had been

and his warm breath caressed Doris’ neck, making

the next

later, their battlefield shifted from the bathroom to the sofa, then from the sofa to the

completely exhausted, left only with the energy to pant for breath.

bathe,” Waylon remarked, scooping her up and returning to the bathroom. Warm water filled the bathtub. Doris nestled in Waylon’s arms

hands, wrapped in gauze, rested outside the tub, not

hands to play with the water, gently washing Waylon. Yet, slowly, she reawakened his

pleaded with

her ear. “You can’t

”