The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 1335

Chapter 1335 Each Other’s Lucky Star

As the sun rose higher in the sky, Waylon was finally satiated, but Doris felt as soft as a noodle.

“I’m struck with a revelation; let me tell you that, Waylon,” Doris chided playfully with her eyes closed. “You’re a fake gentleman and a real bandit!”

“Haha!” Waylon chuckled and kissed her cheek affectionately. “You might as well just brand me a refined.

Scoundrel!”

“You know what?” Doris grinned, flashing her small dimple. “I bet your name is right there in the definition!”

“Don’t bother getting up.” Waylon pinched her cheek. “Lie down and rest. I’ll have the maid prepare some food and bring it up.”

“No, I can’t do that. Doris pouted. “It would make me seem lazy and idle.”

“You’re the eldest young mistress of the Adelmar family.” Waylon kissed her lovingly. “So what if you’re a little idle or lazy? You deserve to enjoy everything I have.”

Doris eyes welled up with tears, and her voice choked. “I never imagined that fate would be so kind to me, allowing me to marry you.”

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“Perhaps it’s destiny.” Waylon gazed at her affectionately. “The feeling of you being the girl who appeared.

my dreams over a decade ago, the one who woke me from my coma, is becoming increasingly apparent to me. If it weren’t for that little girl in my dream. I’d have been done for.”

“That reminds me,” Doris said, “I have childhood photos of myself with braided pigtails. How about I find them for you?”

“Sure,” Waylon agreed. “Where are they?”

“I brought them from Starhill Garden,” she replied. “It’s an old album with pictures of my parents, my sister, and me when we were children.”

“Show them to me then.” Waylon was getting excited. He was becoming increasingly convinced that Doris was the girl from his dreams. He had remained chaste for thirty years for the girl in his dreams, and he hoped that it wouldn’t turn out to be a disappointment.

“Alright,” Doris said. “I’ll get it for you.”

She tried to roll out of bed but let out a low cry, “Ouch.”

“What’s wrong?” Waylon asked with concern, placing his large hand on Doris’ waist.