Seeing a familiar person on a completely unfamiliar occasion, Doris felt like she had seen a family.
"Waylon!" She hurriedly walked towards Waylon.
At that moment, there was a slight excitement in Doris's heart.
Waylon also turned around and walked quickly towards her.
Coincidentally, the maid beside her was accidentally bumped into, causing the tray in her hand to shake.
Doris had already reached her side and quickly helped her steady herself.
The maid did not drop the tray, but because Doris twisted her body, her high heels stumbled on the soft carpet.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, realizing she was about to fall.
Waylon instinctively took two steps forward to help her.
But Daniel was already supporting Doris, standing behind her and holding onto her waist.
Waylon reached out his hand, only an arm away from Doris.
"Be careful." Daniel's gentle voice sounded in Doris's ear.
Her face blushed slightly as she turned her head and said, "I'm sorry."
"Are your feet okay?" Daniel still supported her, bending down to ask with concern.
Doris moved her neck and felt slight pain, but it was nothing serious.
She straightened her body, pushed him away, and shook her head, saying, "I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Daniel."
As she turned her head, Waylon was already standing two meters before her, frowning.
A smile appeared at the corner of her lips. About to call him, but Waylon had already turned around and walked inside.
The smile on Doris's face froze for a moment, and there was a hint of hurt and astonishment.
She did not say anything then.
"Ms. Doris!" Daniel seemed to have seen it and said softly, "Come over here and sit down first. Let me see if your foot is okay."
Being exposed to Daniel made Doris feel awkward and uncomfortable.
Why did Waylon treat her like this?
Did not he promise to let her come?
She sat on the nearby sofa with Daniel, who gave her a cup of hot fruit juice.
On the other side, Waylon acted as if nothing had happened and walked straight to the hall.
A young woman wearing a medium-length dress in goose yellow immediately approached, warmly handing him a glass of red wine.
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