Chapter 1196 Disdain
Chapter 1196 Disdain
Doris straightened up her back and said, "Mr. Daniel, I didn't have to explain this to you, but I couldn't wrong anyone about this. Mr. Adelmar isn't the father of my children. We have nothing to do with each other. I reside in his home as his tenant. That's it!"
Daniel's expression softened. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He gave a nod and said, "That's nice. I believe you."
She apologized, saying, "I'm so sorry for hurting you. Tell me how I can make amends for it. I'll take full responsibility."
"It's alright. It's not a serious injury. After a few days of rest, I'll be fine."
Doris offered, "As an apology, I'll buy you dinner, but I have to leave right away. I need to work."
He offered, "Alright, I can drop you off."
With a dismissive wave, Doris rejected his offer, saying, "No, no, I'm fine. I can call a cab."
Daniel insisted, "I would pass by there anyway. You can stop being so polite."
She hesitated a little and agreed.
She knew being overly polite to Daniel at this point would give the impression that she had distanced herself from him, especially after she had injured him.
After Daniel paid the bill, the two left the premises.
They went to the parking lot.
Daniel unlocked the car with his remote, and after doing so, he went to the passenger side to get the door for Doris.
Doris was about to board the vehicle. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of someone watching her.
She followed her gut and looked up. For the love of God! It was Waylon!
He dressed in white attire. He stood in front of his Maybach, his right hand resting on the car door, and was ready to get in. When the sun shone on him, he appeared to be glowing.
Despite being ten meters apart, they locked eyes in midair.
"Way…."
She was about to call out to him awkwardly, but Waylon had withdrawn his gaze and stooped to get into his car.
The Maybach turned sharply and headed straight for the traffic.
It happened within a matter of seconds.
Daniel's back was against Waylon, and he was unable to see anything. The Maybach had already merged into the traffic when he turned around and moved toward the driver's side.
Emmeline was live-streaming the making of Peach Blueberry Cobbler when Doris entered Nightfall Cafe.
It was an easy dessert to make, but it was very popular. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.
She described the steps while demonstrating them.
More than 20,000 people viewed the live stream online.
A virtual fantasy castle unexpectedly appeared on the live-stream channel. Waylon was the one who sent it.
Then Benvolio sent a virtual Porsche.
Dad of Four quickly joined the channel and covered the screen in virtual roses. Instantly, a romantic and sweet vibe filled the channel.
When Emmeline had finished demonstrating how to make Peach Blueberry Cobbler, Doris said, "I'll make one too."
She followed her gut and looked up. For the love of God! It was Waylon!
Emmeline suggested, "Why don't you teach everyone how to make a Carrot Cake? It's delicious and
easy to make."
"Alright."
Doris put on the apron, picked up a carrot, and said, "We'll start by preparing the carrot. First, we need to wash them thoroughly, and then..."
Janie had been watching. When she saw Doris, she sent a virtual carnival right away.
Dad of Fours sent a virtual helicopter.
Benvolio sent a second virtual Porsche.
However, Waylon didn't send anything.
When Doris inadvertently looked up, she saw his message, "I'm going offline."
Her heart thumped violently. She had a gut feeling that this man displayed disdain by saying those things.
Seriously? Is this even necessary? He would go to that much trouble to express his contempt on a live- streaming channel?
Doris felt guilty. She suspected he did that because he had seen her with Daniel.
He must be laughing at me. Daniel just "harassed" me last night, but he spotted me together with him the next day. How cheap would I appear in his eyes?
She felt uneasy with this thought in her mind.
She had washed the same carrot at least eight times but still hadn't cleaned it properly.
Emmeline reminded her, "Doris, are you planning to wash the skin off instead of peeling it?"