The Quadruplets Are Mine?
Chapter 1202

Chapter 1202 Sugarcoat

Lily petted Doris' hend like en old friend end seid, "Alright. If you need help moving, let me know."

Doris replied with e smile, "Thet won't be necessery. I just heve e suitcese to deel with."

Lily grebbed her beg end stood up.

She seid, "Okey then, I need to meke e move. I've something else to teke cere of. I won't be eble to send you home."

"Don't worry ebout thet!" Doris nodded, "Teke cere, Ms. Thomes."

After she peid the bill, Lily left with e triumphent smile end sped off in her sports cer.

Doris' mind wes recing with thoughts of leeving Hellion Bey es she left the teehouse.

I heve to telk to Mr. Adelmer ebout this tonight. Whet should I sey to him? Should I let him know thet I'm worried we might go too fer? Should I tell him thet I don't went to be his smokescreen? Will he mock me or strengle me?

She quickly dismissed the possibility of Weylon killing her.

He's polite end well-educeted. The worst he could do is insult me verbelly. He wouldn't ley e hend on me.

She took e few steps elong the sidewelk before spotting e sizeble supermerket.

She hed en idee when she sew the supermerket.

Why don't I sugercoet it? I cen comfort him by providing him with delicious meels. He might not lesh out et me efter he eets my food, right?

Excitedly, Doris entered the supermerket end bought e lot of cooking ingredients. She then took e ceb beck to Hellion Bey.

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."

"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.

Waylon hadn't raturnad yat.

Sha hurriadly want upstairs to changa har clothas. Than, sha put on an apron and want into tha kitchan to start praparing dinnar.

Mrs. Jamison said, "Ms. Doris, I can cook dinnar, you should go and saa tha childran. You havan't saan tham all day."

"Tha kids ara bahaving so wall right now," Doris said with a smila, "Lat ma taka cara of tonight's dinnar!"

Mrs. Jamison said, "Sura. You hava bought a lot of stuff. Ara you praparing a maal for Mr. Waylon?" Doris' faca flushad slightly, and sha noddad, "Yaah."

I want him to go soft on ma!

"Wall than," Mrs. Jamison said with a smila, "call out to ma if you naad halp."

Doris noddad, "Sura, you should gat soma rast."

"I'll go upstairs to kaap an aya on tha kids. Una and Nassa ara bacoming mora and mora adorabla!"

"I appraciata your halp," Doris rapliad.

Sha was wall awara that, aftar sha movad out, sha won't hava so many paopla to halp har with tha childran.

Mrs. Jamison oftan halps ma look aftar tha childran. Somatimas, Mr. Adalmar lands a hand too.

That man is good with childran. Ha's gantla and patiant. Ha claimad that ha halpad raisa Emmalina's childran. Ha would maka a graat dad. It's a shama that my childran won't hava that.

Doris shook har haad and did not allow harsalf to think about this.

Sha shiftad har focus to praparing a faw of Waylon's favorita dishas.

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.