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.”

of steps away, extinguished his cigarette in a nearby bin,

expected it to be so easy to invite Waylon

come true.

“You should go home. Call your

her head hanging low and tears still falling, replied, “I’ll wait here for Daniel. He’s

pale, a hint of

eyes.

Benjamin. “Arrange for a Struyria Banquet

“I’ll stay here too.

replied before walking away with

lot, Waylon opened the Maybach, and Lily took the front passenger

sit in the back,” Waylon said with furrowed brows.

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being able to sit beside Waylon. Little did she

an hour, they

asked, “Do you like Italian

with it,” Waylon

that? Does that mean I’ll have to learn how to make dishes from all over the world just

scarpariello and pork

do you like sweet and sour

Waylon repeated the

her brows once more. Did he mean “fine with it” or “not in the mood”? But Lily couldn’t dwell on such thoughts. The fact that Waylon was having a meal with her