Ambush of the Quadruplets

Chapter 1320 No Appetite.

“Doris,” Lily’s eyes were red-rimmed. “Daniel risked his life for you. You must not let him down!”

Doris hesitated for a moment, remembering the critical moment when Daniel claimed to be her

boyfriend to protect her. In return, she had also claimed that Daniel was her boyfriend to plead for his

safety. Now, Lily’s words…

Doris mumbled a faint “yes” and nodded. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

A short distance away, Waylon, who was leaning against the wall, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

“Waylon, Benjamin whispered, “There might still be a way out of this…”

“Get lost!” Waylon furrowed his brows. “What’s it to do with me? Who do you think I am?”

Still being stubborn, eh? Benjamin mused. Isn’t it obvious? When your beloved woman is being taken

away right- before your eyes, and you’re here trying to save face, it’s nothing but self-inflicted suffering!

“Mr. Adelmar!” Lily approached and said warmly, “Thank you for saving my brother.”

“Also, thanks to Daniel for helping… my sister’s employee,” Waylon replied, taking a drag from his

cigarette and exhaling a thin plume of smoke.

Behind the faint smoke, his deep, mysterious eyes seemed to hold a touch of melancholy, adding to his

already captivating aura.

Lily suddenly felt a bit dazed, noting a certain melancholic quality in Waylon’s expression. Yet, this

quality only made him more enchanting.

Lily hesitated for a moment and then softly said, “Have you eaten yet? Let me treat you.”

Waylon took a couple of steps away, extinguished his cigarette in a nearby bin, and tossed it inside.

“Sure,” he replied calmly, “I’m hungry too.”

Lily’s heart leaped with joy. She hadn’t expected it to be so easy to invite Waylon out. It was like a

dream. come true.

As Waylon passed by Doris, he whispered, “You should go home. Call your sister. Your kids are still

waiting. for you.”

Doris, her head hanging low and tears still falling, replied, “I’ll wait here for Daniel. He’s in surgery; how

can I leave him?”

Waylon’s face turned slightly pale, a hint of pain flashing in his lowered. eyes.

“Suit yourself,” he said, then turned to Benjamin. “Arrange for a Struyria Banquet meal to be delivered

to her here.”

“Will do!” Benjamin nodded. “I’ll stay here too. Don’t worry!”

“Alright, Waylon replied before walking away with Lily

Arriving at the parking lot, Waylon opened the Maybach, and Lily took the front passenger seat.

Please sit in the back,” Waylon said with furrowed brows. “It’s safer.”

Lily had been upset about not being able to sit beside Waylon. Little did she know that he was

considering her safety!

After about half an hour, they entered an Italian restaurant.

“Mr. Adelmar,” Lily asked, “Do you like Italian cuisine?”

“I’m fine with it,” Waylon replied casually.

Fine with it? Lily furrowed her brows again. What kind of response was that? Does that mean I’ll have

to learn how to make dishes from all over the world just to please this man in the future?

Waylon ordered chicken scarpariello and pork agrodolce.

Lily spoke again, “Mr. Adelmar, do you like sweet and sour flavors?”

“I’m fine with it,” Waylon repeated the same phrase.

Lily furrowed her brows once more. Did he mean “fine with it” or “not in the mood”? But Lily couldn’t

dwell on such thoughts. The fact that Waylon was having a meal with her was already a rare

opportunity. She couldn’t afford to waste her thoughts on food.

Lily ordered four more dishes and two bottles of whiskey.

She was confident that after downing these two bottles of strong liquor, the esteemed Waylon Adelmar

would no longer be saying. “I’m fine with it.”

She wanted him, and she wouldn’t settle for anything less!

Before long, all the dishes and drinks were served. Lily served Waylon the food.

“This is the chicken scarpariello you ordered. Would you like to taste it?

“And this pork agrodolce should be delicious!

“Before we start eating, let’s make a toast. Life needs a sense of ceremony.”

“Is it necessary? It’s just a meal.” Waylon said with a frown, then raised his glass and finished it in one

go.

Lily had been waiting for a toast with him, but his glass was already empty.

Am I so slow? Lily thought. Anyhow, the goal is to have Mr. Adelmar drunk and give me the chance to

make a move!

She quickly refilled Waylon’s glass.

“This time, let’s make a toast!” Lily held up her glass, looking expectantly at Waylon.

Without lifting his gaze, Waylon clinked his glass briefly with hers and then downed it again.

“Mr. Adelinar, you seem to be in a bad mood, Lily commented with a frown. “Are you drinking to drown

your sorrows?”