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Chapter 1035 Don’t Mess With Me
Kenny and Bowie knew that Waylon was only saying this because of Doris.
Judging from the situation, it looked like the chauffeur was going to send Jennie home in her car. Meanwhile, Doris
would have to take a cab home.
After all, she was Emmeline's pastry chef. It wouldn't be good for something to happen to her this late at night.
"Alright, Waylon. We'll head out first then." The two brothers bent down and got into the car.
Waylon also got into the Maybach and said to the driver, "Follow that car just now."
"Yes, Mr. Waylon," the driver, who had been transferred from Osea, hurriedly complied.
Half an hour later, Waylon watched as the car Doris and her sister were in entered a row of townhouses.
The car stopped in front of a gate, and Doris got out of the car.
"Doris," Jennie’s tipsy voice came from inside, "How are you going back?"
"I'll just take a taxi," Doris said, "You should quickly take a shower and rest."
"Then be careful," Jennie said, "Text me when you’re home."
"I got it," Doris bent over and waved to her sister through the car window, "Goodbye. Rest well."
The car drove past the gate, and Doris turned around and started walking back.
The Maybach stopped by the roadside, its windows rolled down. Waylon watched as Doris' silhouette stretched
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She looked a bit lonely.
Suddenly…
Waylon heard her humming a song:
“It’s a long way home, but I’ll climb every mountain, cross every ocean. We fell in love, but had one foot out the
door. I suppose it was doomed to begin with. Oh, how your beautiful eyes ripped my heart to pieces…”
She sang beautifully, but Waylon was a bit annoyed.
It was already so late, and she was walking alone outside a residential area where it was difficult to find a taxi, yet
she still had the mood and the audacity to sing!
Was she not afraid of encountering perverts?
With a huff, Waylon opened the car door and stepped outside.
Not far in front of Doris, a long slender figure had suddenly appeared, causing her to stop in her tracks.
Waylon stood in the backlight, so she was unable to see his face clearly. All she could feel was the dangerous aura
emanating from the figure before her.
Doris swung her bag and called out, "Don't come closer. You don’t want to mess with me!"
"Get in the car!" Waylon couldn't be bothered to explain himself. "No one is messing with you!"
After a pause, Doris said, "Huh?"
She recognized the voice and leaned forwards, avoiding the light as she narrowed her eyes at the person in front of
her.
Oh my goodness, isn't this Mr. Waylon?
"Mr. Waylon!" Doris became delighted. "What are you doing here?"
"I was sending someone home," Waylon said coldly, "Unfortunately, I ran into you. Get in. I'll give you a ride back."
"I'll just take a taxi." Doris' alcohol-addled mind reacted a bit slowly.
"Are you sure?" Waylon frowned. "You want to follow me all the way back to Macsen Villa in a taxi?"
Only then did Doris remember and said, "Oh right, we're going to the same place. Look at me, I forgot!"
Waylon didn't say anything else and simply turned around, heading towards his Maybach.
Doris hurriedly ran over with tiny steps, pulling open the back door then getting inside.
She didn't know that Waylon was also sitting in the back. When they both pulled open their respective car doors,
their gazes met inside the car.
Both of them froze for a moment before sitting down with the same rhythm.
However, Waylon turned his face towards the car window and shifted his body towards the door.
Even an idiot could tell that he was trying to avoid her.
But Doris wasn't angry. On the contrary, a slight smile appeared on her lips.
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It wasn't easy to find a taxi this late at night, and she was still a bit drunk. It could really be a serious matter if she
encountered a bad person.
Now that she happened to catch a ride with Waylon, she would be able to get home cheaply and safely. Wasn't that
great luck?
What was there to be angry about?
Doris was on the verge of bursting into laughter.
The car returned to Macsen Villa, and they both got out of the car from their respective sides.
Waylon took longer strides ahead because he was much taller, while Doris followed behind like a shy young bride.
She wasn't trying to run after Waylon; she just wanted to maintain a distance that was neither too far nor too close
to him.
If she stayed too far, it would seem like she was treating him like a stranger, which was rude considering he had just
given her a ride.
On the other hand, if she got too close, it would seem like she had ulterior motives.
So with some distance between them, the two entered the estate and reached the foyer, where they began to
change their shoes.
Doris stood on the side and waited for Waylon to change first.
Their shoes were so close together that if they both bent down at the same time, she was afraid their faces might
accidentally bump into each other's buttocks.
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