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.

released himself inside Doris for the first time, flashed through his mind. The next moment, his body uncontrollably responded, swelling with desire. Before Doris could react, he pressed her against the wall, his hands pinning hers above her head.

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

“Waylon…”

Doris instantly became weak, her small body melting

Waylon breathed heavily. “Help me

Doris murmured

undress while you’re taking a shower?” Waylon’s low, husky voice echoed in

Doris quickly and gently pushed him away,

belt. As she unfastened the belt and moved to unzip his pants,

her hand back as if she had been scalded, feeling like

was low and husky, and his warm breath caressed Doris’ neck, making her brain

zipper was undone, and the next

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

exhausted, left only with the energy to pant

water filled the bathtub. Doris nestled in Waylon’s arms as they both sat together in

gauze, rested outside

strength, Doris used her little hands to play with the

with a hint

Waylon whispered, nipping at her ear.

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