Waylon paused, flipping the skewers in his hand, and replied, "Timothy wasn't around at that time."
"Why not?" Doris was clueless about the details.
"Why so many questions?" Waylon didn't feel like explaining and continued flipping the skewers.
The elusive smoke made his face across the table appear somewhat dreamy. His starry eyes, illuminated by the charcoal, emitted a penetrating glow that seemed to reach deep into the soul.
Unable to resist, Doris stole a few more glances at him.
When Waylon noticed the peculiar gaze directed at him, she quickly averted her eyes, smiling, and said, "Ms. Louise and the kids are fortunate to have you as their big brother."
"They have Abel now," Waylon replied with a smile. "So, I can relax a bit."
"Mr. Adelmar, do you have a girlfriend?" Doris blurted out suddenly, unable to contain herself.
Upon hearing the question, both of them were taken aback.
Waylon stopped flipping the skewers and asked, "Are you trying to play matchmaker?"
"Sorry! Sorry!" Doris hurriedly popped a soybean into her mouth, awkwardly chuckling. "I just spoke without thinking, didn't mean anything by it."
"You're nosy!" Waylon glanced at her.
Doris pouted, knowing she was in the wrong.
"Think about Ms. Louise, she's really happy."
Doris focused on finding a step-down, "It's enviable to have you on her side and to marry a man who is good."
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