Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

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Chapter 1189 How Can I Be Worthy Of You?

After thinking about it for a while, of course, he could not. It was getting very dark, and this was a mountain road.

He had no choice but to turn around and ask the driver for bottled water and tissues.

"Here you go!"

Holding the tissue, he touched Doris' arm helplessly.

Doris didn't raise her head, she just stretched out his hand to catch it.

After vomiting, she rinsed her mouth, wiped her mouth, and then wiped her eyes. Doris stood up staggeringly.

Squinting her eyes, before she could see who was in front of him, she staggered and threw her head into Waylon's

arms.

Waylon pushed her away and grabbed her arm to help her stand still.

"I say, are you okay?"

Ever since he met this woman, he hadn't stopped being worried for her!

He must have owed her something?

Doris became a little sober, raised her head, squinted her eyes, and looked at Waylon with hazy eyes.

Then she became surprised in an instant, "Mr. Adelmar, why is it you?"

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"Who do you think I am?" Waylon was annoyed.

"I didn't think it was you?"

"Then think about who you want, and I'll send you there!" I don't want to care about you!

"..." Doris tilted her head and thought for a while, then smirked, "I don't have anyone else, it's you."

"Get in the car," Waylon pointed impatiently at the car, "Don't embarrass yourself here!"

Although there were few cars here, three or four have passed by now.

'Haven't you seen that people lowered their car windows to look?'

Fortunately, the street lights were not very bright, and it was difficult to see clearly.

"Oh!" Doris turned around obediently and walked toward the rear door.

After getting into the car crookedly, she lay down on the seat.

Waylon sat in the passenger seat

The driver started the engine and slammed the accelerator.

Waylon said in a deep voice, "Slow down!"

The driver loosened his foot.

"I'm afraid she'll throw up in the car." Waylon explained quietly, "I already threw away my clothes, I can't throw

away the car too, can I?"

Driver, "..." You have the final say.

They turned around at the corner.

"Plop!"

Even though the driver was already being extra cautious, Doris still rolled off the seat.

"Damn it!" Waylon said in a deep voice, "Stop!"

The car pulled over again, Waylon took off his seat belt, got out of the car and went to the back seat.

He picked up Doris from the floor mat, sat her down with his arms around her.

"Mr. Adelmar," The driver asked anxiously, "Shall we go?"

"Let's go!" Waylon held Doris with one arm, impatient.

"It hurts," Doris was half asleep, "Waylon, you did this on purpose, right?"

"I came all the way to pick you up, just to toss you around on purpose?"

Waylon's arms trembled, "Then, can I toss you again?"

"No!" Doris hugged him tightly, "If I fall again, I'm going to vomit again!"

She wrapped her soft arms around Waylon's waist, and a sense of numbness spread all over his body.

Waylon's heart trembled.

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"Thank you for coming to pick me up," Doris muttered, "I remember every time you went to the police station to

pick me up."

Waylon thought. You have a conscience!

"Mr. Adelmar," Doris said vaguely with his eyes closed, "Although you scold me every day, you are quite a good

person, except that you are mean."

Waylon smiled briefly, but the smile vanished quickly. Are you complimenting me or scolding me?

"You've helped me a lot," Doris continued to say drunkenly, "On the contrary, it's me who keeps causing trouble for

you..."

"Then how should you thank me?" Waylon said seriously above her head.

"?" Doris opened her eyes at once, her long eyelashes flickering in the darkness.

Now she saw that she was actually lying in Waylon's arms, her face became even redder.

She wanted to get up and push him away, but her body was limp under the drunkenness, and she couldn't get up or

push him at all.

With such an effort, her stomach churned again.

Doris was afraid that if she vomited again, she would vomit on Waylon himself.

She had no choice but to stay put, nestled in his arms and said, "How do you want me to thank you?"

"How would I know?" Waylon said in a muffled voice, "It depends on your sincerity."

"I..." Doris looked up at him again, her eyes narrowed, "If I reward you with my body… You must not agree to it.

How can I be worthy of you?"

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