Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman novel Chapter 1205

“Bang!”

Waylon closed the door to the bathroom from within. He hurried over to the toilet and violently puked.

Doris knocked on the door. She stomped her foot anxiously and asked, “Mr. Adelmar! Mr. Adelmar! Are you okay?”

He sat on the toilet seat for some time after he finished throwing up. Eventually, when his stomach felt better, he got up and cleaned the toilet.

After that, he weakly pushed the door open and went out.

His face was covered in sweat, and the hair on his forehead was damp. His face had turned slightly green instead of being as pale.

To prevent his body from collapsing, he leaned against the bathroom door frame.

He stared at Doris with an unfathomable and helpless look.

His weary voice carried a homicidal undertone. He said, “Are you aware that I’m allergic to pork?”

Doris was stunned. She murmured, “Is it possible to be allergic to pork?”

The pork is delicious. How could something so delicious make someone allergic?

“I’m sure you’re thinking about how delicious it is! But that’s your opinion! It smells bad, is repulsive, and looks ugly. Only you would think it’s tasty.”

She blinked innocently.

He could read my mind. He’s fully capable of anything.

As sweat began to appear on her face, she argued, “I had no idea that you’re allergic to pork. No one told me about it!”

“You mean, after all this time we’ve spent together, you didn’t know? You didn’t know the sort of foods I can’t eat and dislike?

Waylon was speechless.

“What are they?”

“Forget it. I won’t hold it against you.”

Rolling his eyes, Waylon struggled to walk to the bed. He laid down on the bed and commanded “Go to my study!”

Doris was confused and questioned, “What? Go to your study? Why should I go to your study?”

“Get the medicine for me! Do you want me to suffer?” he asked irritably while keeping his eyes closed.

Doris finally gets it. She hurriedly asked, “Oh, oh! I get it now. Where should I get the medicine from?”

“Go to the cabinet on the left, third row, fourth compartment from the top,” Waylon instructed.

Waylon found it difficult to sit up straight. Doris had to support him while allowing him to rest against her shoulder.

She gave him a spoonful at a time while holding him in one hand and the bowl in the other.

He gulped the herbal soup down as Doris furrowed her brows.

The herbal medicine smelled awful. I couldn’t drink it. The smell makes me want to throw up. Oh, my goddess, Mr. Adelmar has suffered a lot.

Doris felt guilty.

Why did I have to cook for him? I’ve gotten him sick!

After finishing a large bowl of herbal soup, Waylon slid off Doris’ shoulder and lay flat beneath the covers.

Doris wiped his mouth, tucked the blanket away, and went to the bathroom to wet a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“You need to find a place for yourself by tomorrow,” Waylon mumbled while keeping his eyes closed.

“I’m done dealing with your problems.”

Doris sniffled and muttered, “I know. I’m a troublemaker. A jinx. I’m worthless. All I did was make your life difficult and give you diarrhea.”