This toddler is a boy and his features… Why do the kids look like Waylon? Is he the father of the children? Does this man belong to Doris?
Her complexion turned horrifyingly pale before it turned glum. She swallowed hard, stammered, and struggled to find the right words.
Doris stated politely, “Ms. Thomas, I have no idea that you are here. Please forgive me for not dressing properly.”
Lily replied with an awkward smile, “Oh! I just remembered that I’ve got some work to do. I should go now.”
Doris said, “That vase is on the shoe cabinet. You should take it with you.”
“I’ll get it for you,” Mrs. Jamison said.
“Sure!” Lily nodded.
Waylon stated calmly, “And your gifts, take them back with you. There isn’t room for them here.”
Lily’s expression changed to one of shock. She uttered, “Mr. Adelmar…”
He continued, “If you leave it here, they’ll be thrown away. It’s preferable not to waste them.”
This response left her stupefied.
I shouldn’t have come today! I want to use this as an excuse to see him. But this isn’t a chance to see him. This is me showing up at their doorstep to be insulted!
Lily departed dejectedly as a result.
Waylon wanted to head out. He needed to inspect the Imperial Palace’s renovations.
The security guard suddenly made a call through the intercom, and reported, “Mr. Waylon, an old man, is asking to see you.”
Waylon asked with a frown, “An old man? Is it Trevor?”
The security guard respectfully replied, “Yes, he says his name is Trevor Ywain.”
“This old man is still going strong! Send him in. I’ve been waiting for him.”
The security guard hung up after that.
Doris still held Nessa in her arms as she questioned, “Is this the same old man who visited us last time?”
“Yes,” Waylon nodded, “you might get a free show from him. I don’t want you to think I mistreated an elderly.”
Doris blushed and replied, “I know I’d misunderstood you. Emma had filled me in with everything.”
“I’m glad you know that.”
He glanced at her. Their gazes were locked in the air.
Waylon was fully conscious, but Doris had some memory gaps from last night. He recalled their passionate kiss in the car, among other intimate moments. Those memories made him flutter.
His heart skipped a beat. He was aroused.
He grabbed the cup from the coffee table in a fit of panic and downed it all.
The towering door was pushed open. Trevor had entered the villa.
Those who didn’t know might assume he was a pitiable and destitute old man.
He moved toward the living room and stood before the couch.
The old man took in the harmonious atmosphere.
The refined and regal young man sat leisurely on the couch. A graceful young woman holding a young child was sitting in the armchair across from him. A nanny was holding another child close by.
He quickly bowed and uttered, “Mr. Adelmar, Mrs. Adelmar, please accept the greeting from this old man!”
Waylon kept silent. He had nothing to explain to this old man.
Doris shared this sentiment. She blushed and had nothing to say to the cunning old man. She said softly to Waylon, “I’ll take the kids upstairs.”
Waylon muttered, “Hmm.”
Trevor bowed servilely. He remained silent as Mrs. Adelmar ascended the stairs and dared not look at the baby in the nanny’s arms.
“Oh my! Mr. Adelmar,” he praised, “your children looked smart. Both of them would turn out to be the cream of the crop. Congratulations!”
Waylon scoffed. He did not explain.
Why do I need to explain this to him? I couldn’t care less about what he thinks of me!
Trevor kneeled when there were just the two of them in the living room. He exclaimed, “Mr. Adelmar!”
