The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1202 Sugarcoat

Lily patted Doris' hand like an old friend and said, "Alright. If you need help moving, let me know."

Doris replied with a smile, "That won't be necessary. I just have a suitcase to deal with."

Lily grabbed her bag and stood up.

She said, "Okay then, I need to make a move. I've something else to take care of. I won't be able to send you home."

"Don't worry about that!" Doris nodded, "Take care, Ms. Thomas."

After she paid the bill, Lily left with a triumphant smile and sped off in her sports car.

Doris' mind was racing with thoughts of leaving Hellion Bay as she left the teahouse.

I have to talk to Mr. Adelmar about this tonight. What should I say to him? Should I let him know that I'm worried we might go too far? Should I tell him that I don't want to be his smokescreen? Will he mock me or strangle me?

She quickly dismissed the possibility of Waylon killing her.

He's polite and well-educated. The worst he could do is insult me verbally. He wouldn't lay a hand on me.

She took a few steps along the sidewalk before spotting a sizable supermarket.

She had an idea when she saw the supermarket.

Why don't I sugarcoat it? I can comfort him by providing him with delicious meals. He might not lash out at me after he eats my food, right?

Excitedly, Doris entered the supermarket and bought a lot of cooking ingredients. She then took a cab back to Hellion Bay.

Waylon hadn't returned yet.

She hurriedly went upstairs to change her clothes. Then, she put on an apron and went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Mrs. Jamison said, "Ms. Doris, I can cook dinner, you should go and see the children. You haven't seen them all day." NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"The kids are behaving so well right now," Doris said with a smile, "Let me take care of tonight's dinner!"

Mrs. Jamison said, "Sure. You have bought a lot of stuff. Are you preparing a meal for Mr. Waylon?"

Doris' face flushed slightly, and she nodded, "Yeah."

I want him to go soft on me!

"Well then," Mrs. Jamison said with a smile, "call out to me if you need help."

Doris nodded, "Sure, you should get some rest."

"I'll go upstairs to keep an eye on the kids. Una and Nessa are becoming more and more adorable!"

"I appreciate your help," Doris replied.

She was well aware that, after she moved out, she won't have so many people to help her with the children.

Mrs. Jamison often helps me look after the children. Sometimes, Mr. Adelmar lends a hand too.

That man is good with children. He's gentle and patient. He claimed that he helped raise Emmeline's children. He would make a great dad. It's a shame that my children won't have that.

Doris shook her head and did not allow herself to think about this.

She shifted her focus to preparing a few of Waylon's favorite dishes.

By the time she had eight dishes ready, Waylon had returned.

After changing his shoes at the entrance, he entered the house with long strides. He was about to ascend the staircase when Doris emerged from the kitchen with a spatula.

"Mr. Adelmar, you're home?"

"Hmm!"

Waylon didn't look back, but his tone was icy.

At this time, he had taken two steps up the staircase.

Doris was persistent. She said, "I made your favorite dishes and gnocchi. Will you come down for dinner later?"

He paused his steps, turned around and looked at her. He wondered, "You want to ask me something?"

Doris was stunned.

This guy is so sensitive. I couldn't admit it now, he might have decided not to come down for dinner.

"Not really," Doris said with a smile, "I got off work early today, so I cooked some dishes that you like."

Waylon nodded and agreed, "Hmm, I'll change and come down."

Happily, Doris went back into the kitchen.

By the time Waylon washed up and changed into his loungewear, Doris had laid out ten dishes on the dining table.

She brought a bowl of gnocchi from the kitchen and set it in front of Waylon as soon as he sat down.

It had a divine aroma and was decorated with basil and tomatoes, which stimulated one's appetite.