Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 961 The Smell Of Frying Pan

"Then you shall owe me one more time," Waylon replied, "I will cook some dishes for you so that you can have something to fill your stomach with. Don't get up from the sofa for now, and only get up after the swelling is not so serious anymore."

Doris could only nod, "Alright, I can't attend to the kids for now too. I can only rely on you now."

"In fact, it doesn't feel like you owe me another one," Waylon had a cold look on his face, "I am the one owing you this debt!"

Doris said nothing to that.

She really troubled him a lot over the past hour. She should just shut up for now.

Waylon got into the kitchen and rummaged around. He got himself some tomatoes and spaghetti.

There were some eggs in the fridge as well.

It seemed that these were all she had.

Waylon frowned. How can she live off of these? It's too frugal.

Despite that, she wanted to return his money in full. He could not discern whether she was simply an idiot, or that she was a very meticulous and calculative person when it came to money.

He turned on the gas and heated the pan. Then, he sprinkled onions and garlic into the pan and began frying them.

Immediately, the house was filled with a delicious scent.

His phone vibrated at that moment. It was the sound of a message notification.

Waylon did not need to think hard to know that it was Emma.

She was probably calling to remind him about dinner.

However, he could not free himself from the cooking process.

After frying for a while, he added diced tomatoes to the pan. Then, he freed one of his hands to answer the call, "Emma?"

Before Emma could say anything, she heard the sound of a frying pan on the other end. She did not spout a word after hearing that.

Waylon only realized that it was too late after noticing her silence.

He initially wanted to cook some spaghetti for Doris before leaving.

However, he failed to be wary of Emmeline who had a tremendous imagination.

His worst nightmare came true when she finally spoke, "Waylon, didn't you say that you're just getting some money back? Why do I feel like I am smelling the frying pan now?"

Waylon could not replace any words to defend himself.

He could not replace an excuse anymore!

"Waylon, who are you cooking for? Why do you sound like you are in such a hurry?"

"It's just that," Waylon swallowed hard, "Something happened. I will be back a little later than usual."

"What happened? You're even cooking for her now?"

"Just wait for me to come back. I will be having dinner very soon!"

"Don't even come back now!" Emmeline was quick to catch on, "Waylon, don't think of coming back! You're almost done frying the food, so it means that you're eating them as well. You should just eat there, and we will begin our dinner now. We are not waiting for you anymore. Have a good time! Bye!"

Waylon stared at his phone as the line went dead.

The tomatoes sizzled in the frying pan, forming some background noise as he stood rooted to the floor.

"Mr. Adelmar," Doris asked from the living room, "I heard that they are not waiting for you anymore. You should cook one more portion for yourself and finish your dinner here before leaving."

Waylon was struggling to replace words before he finally said, "I am not hungry at all!"

"I know, this is my fault for wasting your time," Doris was exasperated, "If you leave on an empty stomach, I will feel even worse! You don't want me to owe you even more, do you?"

Waylon was stumped.

"Don't stand on ceremony. Some spaghetti will do you a lot of good. Remember to add in some eggs. I don't have any more ingredients other than eggs.'

Waylon held the fry and thought about those betrayers in Macsen Villa. Since they were not planning to wait for him for dinner, he felt like there was nothing he could do. A sense of resignation quickly filled him

He boiled some water and soon, he cracked two eggs into the steaming hot water.

After the water boiled, the egg was cooked. The spaghetti was just enough for the two of them.

They both had a hard-boiled egg on top of their spaghetti.

They were ready to enjoy their tomato spaghetti which looked absolutely stunning.

Waylon placed the plates on the dining table and got them some cutleries.

Doris was actually happy to see the food.

"This is great! It's wise of you to fill your tummy here so that you don't need to eat again back home."

"That's not what I'm thinking," Waylon's face was devoid of any warmth, “This spaghetti can be thought of as your treat to me. From now on, we don't have anything to do with each other anymore. We shouldn' meet anymore."

Doris was stunned, "Mr. Adelmar, you don't have to give me the cold shoulder, do you"