Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 1320 No Appetite.

“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.

Lily hesitated for a moment and then softly said, “Have you eaten yet? Let me treat you.”

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

leaped with joy. She hadn’t expected it to be so easy to invite Waylon

come true.

go home. Call

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

slightly pale, a hint of pain

eyes.

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

“I’ll stay

Waylon replied before walking away with Lily

at the parking lot, Waylon opened the Maybach,

said with furrowed brows. “It’s safer.”

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sit beside Waylon. Little did she know that

about half an hour, they

Lily asked, “Do you like Italian

fine with it,”

with it? 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

scarpariello and pork agrodolce.

again, “Mr. Adelmar, do you like sweet and sour flavors?”

fine with it,” Waylon repeated

couldn’t dwell on such thoughts. The fact that Waylon was having a meal with her was