Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 964

Mrs. Flores said, “Brian vomited just now, but I can’t figure out why. Do you want to come back and check him out?”

“What? Brian vomited?” Doris was nervous, “I got it. Don’t fret.”

After hanging up, she apologized to Emmeline, “I’m really sorry, Ms. Louise, I wanted to stay here but my son seems to be sick at the moment. I need to go back home to check on him.”

“Your son is more important,” Emmeline nodded, “You should go back now. We can do this on another day.”

“I’m so glad, thank you, Ms. Louise,” Doris said hurriedly before fetching her bike key and running off.

Waylon parked his Maybach in the parking lot, and he was carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. He was snaking through the crowd toward the cafe.

A bike suddenly flew by him just in front of Nightfall Cafe, which caused him to stop in his tracks.

The bike shrank in the distance but Waylon could not see the rider.

The rider wore a helmet, but somehow the rider appeared hurried and clumsy, which reminded him of Doris.

He had received the seven hundred and ten dollars from her.

From now on, there would be no reason for him to cross paths with her again.

Doris who was riding her bike checked the rear-view mirror, and she saw a familiar figure.

A man was carrying some flowers and he was dressed in a white suit.

He felt like Waylon, but how could that be?

There was no way she would bump into him every time she was on the road.

However, she felt more relaxed now when she thought about the extra three million dollars in her bank account. It was reassuring to have that much money.

She should really thank Waylon, but he had deleted her contact number. There was no way for her to thank him now.

Waylon stood in front of the glass door while holding a bouquet of flowers. Sam was the first to see him, “Ms. Louise, Mr. Adelmar is here!”

Emmeline heard her shouting from downstairs, and she quickly ran down without even washing her hands off the flour.

Waylon came into the cafe, and he was really handsome today.

“Waylon!” Emmeline pounced at him, wanting to give him a hug.

“Hey, look out for the flowers! Don’t get pricked by it!”

Waylon caught her with one arm while his other arm raised to move the flower out of the way.

“I saw that,” Emmeline tiptoed to grab the flower from him, “This is so pretty!”

“It will make the cafe look better,” Waylon said, “Tell me what you need other than this, I will bring you anything.”

Emmeline gave the flower to Sam to put in a vase, “I have everything I need at the moment, but I want to let you know that my pastry teacher needs to rush off to attend to an urgent matter just now. We have to put off our luncheon.”

“We can always do that next time. We are not in a hurry, right?” Waylon said, “Bring me upstairs. I want to see your creations.”

“Let’s go,” Emmeline answered passionately, “I invite you upstairs, my honorary guest.”

The siblings reached the second floor in no time. Sam served them some coffee.

Emmeline pulled a chair for Waylon to sit on, and she brought over some of her pastries for him to try.

Sam placed the cup of coffee next to those pastries as well.

Waylon scanned the two of them and shifted his gaze to the food. He was in a good mood, “It’s really looking good!”

“Of course, I need to make the best pastries!”

Emmeline sat down next to him. She was propping her chin as she asked, “Why didn’t Kenny and Bowie come with you?”

“Why do you think they came all the way from Osea?” Waylon shoved some pastries into her mouth, “They are here to help me take care of the Imperial Palace and the hospital, you know.”

“You are right, I almost forgot about that,” Emmeline giggled, “They should be scurrying around, having their hands full, unlike you who is always free.”

Waylon immediately recalled what Doris had said upon hearing Emmeline’s comment.

She used to comment that Waylon was too free since he had no work to do.

He vowed to make sure the Imperial Palace was a bustling business so that he could change the others’ perception of him as someone who did not work and had too much time on his hands.

Emmeline, who was not particularly ambitious, also had a career now. He could not be left behind.

“Right, Emma,” Something occurred to Waylon, “Your birthday is coming soon. Dad asked me to ask you what kind of present you have in mind.”