Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 1203

Waylon grinned with satisfaction as he cast a glance at the feasts.

Doris took a seat on the other side and served him the food.

"You need to give this chicken a try. I had simmered it in the broth for a long time. I know you love these garlic prawns too," she added.

"Hmm," Waylon grunted.

He took a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth. The meat was delicious and had crispy skin.

He picked up another piece and asked without looking up, "Are you sure you have nothing to say?"

Doris was unsure what to say.

Hey, I've only started to enjoy the meal. Why couldn't you wait until we're almost done and everyone is content?

"You have three seconds. After that, I won't bother to listen to it," Waylon continued, still not looking up.

"Three, Two…"

Doris took a deep breath, "Hmm, I'll talk!"

Waylon finally lifted his eyes and glanced at her with an enigmatic look.

It just so happened that Doris met his gaze and she found herself momentarily lost in his eyes.

She quickly looked away but accidentally spotted the bite mark on his lips. It was no longer swollen, but a dark line remained.

Her cheeks felt warm. She quickly lowered her head and avoided his gaze.

"Just shoot," Waylon commanded as he peeled a prawn.

He wanted to peel it for Doris, but he gave it some thought and decided such treatment should be reserved for Emmeline.

Therefore, he put the peeled prawn into his mouth.

Not bad at all, I suppose, only second to my cooking. I had mastered this dish because it was Emmeline's favorite.

Doris lowered her gaze and looked at the garden salad in front of her.

She said, "About that, I want to move out."

The highlight of her message was that she wanted instead of thinking.

"Does it mean you have made up your mind?"

Waylon noticed the key to the message and cast her a disdainful look.

"Uh-huh," Doris replied.

She felt uneasy, and her eyelashes fluttered a little.

To her surprise, Waylon scooped up a gnocchi and put it in his mouth. He mumbled incoherently, "Fine!"

His response astounded Doris. She wondered if she had heard him wrong.

He continued, "I've thought about this too."

He picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth and carefully pressed it against his wound on the lips.

Doris immediately understood.

Is this guy doing this on purpose? Is he afraid that I will harass him?

She felt a tightness in her chest and became a little upset.

She pouted her lips, but was powerless to defend herself.

Her moving out was the only solution to this problem. It would ensure she wouldn't harass him again. It was an accident. She had too much to drink and lost control.

Waylon bellowed internally.

I'm worried that I'll lose control! I don't want my reputation ruined by you!

"So be it," Doris said as she lowered her head.

"Thank you for taking care of us. I'll start looking for a new place tomorrow."

"Hmm," Waylon nodded and continued to have his food.

These were indeed delicious.

Doris found it difficult to swallow her food. She pretended to look hungry, picking up her spoon and eating vigorously.

Waylon ate the gnocchi in silence. He looked up and asked, "Is there more?"

"I'll get it for you."

Doris stood up and took his bowl. She said, "Eat more. I have put in a lot of effort to make them."

Waylon remarked, "The gnocchi is delicious. I can't make these."

In other words, he was implying that he could cook but didn't find these foods special.

Doris went to the kitchen to serve him another bowl of gnocchi. She even sprinkled some parsley and bread crumbs on it.

Both of them ate a lot, especially Waylon, he ate a lot and slowly, savoring each bite.

Doris had to sit patiently and wait for him to finish his meal.

When he finally did, he put down his fork and went upstairs. He first stayed in the study for a while, then went for a walk in the backyard.

Walking after eating is said to be good for one's health. Although he had no idea whether the saying was true, he had a habit of going for a walk after dinner.

Meanwhile, Doris was playing with Una and Nessa.

From time to time, she would stand by the window and watch him strolling in the garden.