The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1197 Whose Kids Are They?

Doris came back to her senses and exclaimed, "Oh! I'm about to peel them. Where's the peeler?"

"Here!" Emmeline handed the peeler to her and cautioned, "Be careful with your hands!"

"Roger that," Doris replied. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She grabbed the peeler and started to remove the skin.

"We peel carrots in this way after washing them. As you can see, it has a bright orange color after the skin has been removed, but it is a little slippery. We must hold them well and be careful with the peeler to avoid cutting our hands.

"We'll wash them again after we peel them. Oh my, it's slippery. We must hold them firmly in our hands, or they will slip out of our hands.

"After rinsing them thoroughly, we lay them out on a cutting board and chop them up. After that, we put them in a steaming tray and steam them until they are cooked.

"We cut some nuts and steam them as well to improve the color and texture. We combine the nuts and carrot puree after they have been cooked. Hmm, it smells divine."

After finding her rhythm, Doris led the audience in a step-by-step fashion. She explained and decorated it with white frosting on top.

She scooped up a piece of cake and put it in her mouth.

"Oh, the cake is soft and moist, and the nuts are fragrant. It's incredibly tasty."

Her ecstatic expression enthralled the audience.

Many of them were drooling on the other side of the screen. They made up their minds to purchase some carrots later.

The live broadcast room was overwhelmed with stars and roses. Likes and rewards from the audience came in waves.

After a long day of work, it was finally time to leave.

Doris bid Emmeline farewell before boarding a cab to return to Hellion Bay.

She was eager to explain to Waylon why she was with Daniel today. She doesn't want her actions to be misinterpreted by him.

Waylon wasn't there when she got home.

She changed into her apron and prepared several dishes in the kitchen.

It was past dinner time when the food was readily served, but Waylon was not home yet.

After Doris left Nightfall Cafe, Waylon called his buddies earlier. He requested they bring Emmeline and Janie to the Seashell Hotel for a gathering and to enjoy seafood.

Emmeline told Waylon on the phone, saying, "You should have said something earlier. I could have invited Doris to come along."

"Why would you invite her?" Waylon wondered.

He ranted secretly. Don't you know I did this to avoid her? She's an eyesore.

Emmeline asked in puzzlement, "Why can't I invite Doris?"

Given his tone, it felt like Doris had upset him.

"She should stay at home and look after the kids!" Waylon grumbled irritably, "She came home last night wasted, and I'm the one who put the children to sleep! Whose kids are they?"

Emmeline chuckled out loud, "It turns out that you're revisiting your role as a nanny."

Waylon coldly replied, "How could this be the same thing? I looked after the triplets as their uncle. What is the relationship between me and her children? We're nothing, right?"

"If this is a problem, you can be their uncle too," Emmeline teased, "so you don't feel you're at a loss."

After a long day of work, it was finally time to leave.

Waylon scoffed.

He whimpered, "Forget it! I'll only be an uncle to your kids in this lifetime! I don't want to adopt the role of uncle for someone else's child for free!"

What's wrong with this guy? Emmeline wondered, and he reacted as if he had been provoked by someone.

Waylon eventually made it home around ten o'clock at night.

His car finally pulled up to the house after Doris tucked the kids in for the night.

From the window on the third floor, Doris saw him stride through the yard and into the porch.

She quickly changed into her robe and headed downstairs.

In the hallway, Waylon had changed his shoes and was headed to his room.

"Mr. Adelmar," Doris softly calls from the stairwell.

Waylon entered his bedroom on the second floor, as he didn't hear her.

"Mr. Adelmar," Doris sprinted downstairs to catch up with him.

"Bang!"

The door closed in front of her face. She nearly banged her head because it was so close. When the door closed, the air carried a strong smell of alcohol with it.

Doris wondered to herself as she stood before the door. Is he drunk? It looks like he has wasted time and is not feeling well.

She went downstairs to make him some warm milk.

Milk is useful for soothing the stomach and effective in dispelling the effects of alcohol.

She carried a small tray upstairs once the milk was prepared. She knocked twice on Waylon's bedroom door.

"Knock, knock!"