The Quadruplets Are Mine?

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.”

in a nearby bin,

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

come true.

should go home. Call your sister.

wait here for Daniel. He’s in surgery; how can

pale, a hint of pain

eyes.

Benjamin. “Arrange for a Struyria Banquet meal to be delivered to her

do!” Benjamin nodded. “I’ll stay here too. Don’t worry!”

Waylon replied before walking

opened the Maybach,

sit in the back,” Waylon said with furrowed

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

half an hour, they entered an

Lily asked, “Do you like

it,” Waylon replied casually.

furrowed her brows again. What kind of response was that? Does that mean I’ll have to learn how to make

chicken scarpariello and pork

again, “Mr. Adelmar, do you like

it,” Waylon repeated the same

mood”? But Lily couldn’t dwell on such thoughts. The fact that Waylon was having a meal with her was already a rare opportunity. She couldn’t afford to waste her thoughts on