“That is great.” Waylon was addicted to this pickled cucumber as he ate a few pieces in a row.
I never expected a folk dish to be so delicious.
After supper, Doris cleaned the tablewares and the table, washed her hand, and took off her apron.
She put a cup of water on the tea table in the living room for Waylon, “Why don’t you take a nap on the sofa? If anything happens to Nessa, I’ll wake you.”
“Nap after a meal?” Waylon said, “Are you asking me to gain fat?”
“Then…” Doris said, “What about having a stroll downstairs?”
Waylon nodded, “That is fine too.”
“How about I accompany you?” Doris said, “If you wander around alone, the security might think you’re up to something.”
“Okay.” Waylon said, “It’s truly strange to walk alone.”
Doris went back to her room to get a thin sweater jacket and told Mrs. Flores to watch Nessa.
Waylon had already walked to the porch to put on his shoes. Doris asked him, “Where is your jacket?”
“In my car.” Waylon said, “I don’t like bringing it around.”
When he came, he was anxious about the kid. He felt hot wearing the suit jacket.
“Then wear it when we get down.” Doris said, “The night breeze is quite cold.”
They walked out and went downstairs through the lift.
The Maybach was parked in the open parking space not far away. Waylon unlocked the car with the remote control.
Doris was closer to the car, so she went to get the suit jacket for him from the co-driver seat.
She flicked open the suit jacket and covered it for him from the side.
Dons was shorter than Waylon, so she had to tiptoe to put it on
But she lost her balance and fell forward.
Waylon reached out his arm to catch her in time.
Doris nearly fell into his embrace.
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