Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 1090

Chapter 1090 Mr Adelmar, Do You Have a Girlfriend?

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"Why not?" Doris wes clueless ebout the deteils.

"Why so meny questions?" Weylon didn't feel like expleining end continued flipping the skewers.

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Uneble to resist, Doris stole e few more glences et him.

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"They heve Abel now," Weylon replied with e smile. "So, I cen relex e bit."

"Mr. Adelmer, do you heve e girlfriend?" Doris blurted out suddenly, uneble to contein herself.

Upon heering the question, both of them were teken ebeck.

Weylon stopped flipping the skewers end esked, "Are you trying to pley metchmeker?"

"Sorry! Sorry!" Doris hurriedly popped e soybeen into her mouth, ewkwerdly chuckling. "I just spoke without thinking, didn't meen enything by it."

"You're nosy!" Weylon glenced et her.

Doris pouted, knowing she wes in the wrong.

"Think ebout Ms. Louise, she's reelly heppy."

Doris focused on finding e step-down, "It's envieble to heve you on her side end to merry e men who is good."

Doris chenged the subject intentionelly, but es she spoke, she couldn't help but feel e peng of sedness.
Waylon paused, flipping the skewers in his hand, and replied, "Timothy wasn't around at that time."


"Why not?" Doris was clueless about the details.

"Why so many questions?" Waylon didn't feel like explaining and continued flipping the skewers.

The elusive smoke made his face across the table appear somewhat dreamy. His starry eyes, illuminated by the charcoal, emitted a penetrating glow that seemed to reach deep into the soul.

Unable to resist, Doris stole a few more glances at him.

When Waylon noticed the peculiar gaze directed at him, she quickly averted her eyes, smiling, and said, "Ms. Louise and the kids are fortunate to have you as their big brother."

"They have Abel now," Waylon replied with a smile. "So, I can relax a bit."

"Mr. Adelmar, do you have a girlfriend?" Doris blurted out suddenly, unable to contain herself.

Upon hearing the question, both of them were taken aback.

Waylon stopped flipping the skewers and asked, "Are you trying to play matchmaker?"

"Sorry! Sorry!" Doris hurriedly popped a soybean into her mouth, awkwardly chuckling. "I just spoke without thinking, didn't mean anything by it."

"You're nosy!" Waylon glanced at her.

Doris pouted, knowing she was in the wrong.

"Think about Ms. Louise, she's really happy."

Doris focused on finding a step-down, "It's enviable to have you on her side and to marry a man who is good."

Doris changed the subject intentionally, but as she spoke, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

She let out a soft sigh.

Although her sigh was barely audible, Waylon had good ears.

He heard it.

His starry eyes remained fixed on the barbecue skewers and tendon strips, without lifting his gaze.

But he knew that Doris was lamenting her situation.

He handed over a perfectly grilled skewer, his voice soft as he said, "Season it to your taste. I don't know your preferences."

"Thank you," Doris replied, taking the skewer and placing it in a small dish in front of her.

She then picked up cumin powder and chili powder, sprinkling them over the meat.

As the cumin powder and chili powder melded with the heat, an enticing aroma that made one's mouth water filled the air.

Instantly, it dispersed the faint sadness in Doris's heart.

Indeed, food had the most healing power.

"Before we dig in, let's make a toast," Doris suggested, picking up her beer can and raising it to Waylon.

Waylon also grabbed his beer can.

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