Chapter 1158 I Didn’t Tell Her to Apologize


    It was evident that Waylon had no intention of engaging in conversation with her at all. To him, she was


    like the air he breathed –pletely ignored.


    Doris felt her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. She berated herself for not living up to her own


    expectations. Why did encountering Waylon feel like a mouse meeting a cat? She should not owe him


    anything, and there was no need to exin herself to him. After all, who was he to her?


    Although they lived under the same roof, their rtionship was nothing more than that of an owner and


    a tenant, he did not even sell it to her!


    As her mind was busy constructing these thoughts, Daniel looked at Waylon''s back and said, "Mr.


    Waylon seems unhappy."


    Doris'' defenses were up, and she responded firmly, "That''s just how he is. He doesn''t have many


    moments of happiness."


    Her voice was not loud, and Waylon had already walked a considerable distance away.


    But she did not expect her words to reach his ears so clearly.


    In an instant, Waylon turned around swiftly and retorted, "Who said I''m unhappy? Do I have to show my


    emotions to you? I''m going to see Emma. Do I have to nod and smile every time I see you? Who are


    you to me?"


    Doris was silent.


    Well done! She had walked right into the trap again, hadn''t she?


    Would it kill him if he didn''t say that?


    Daniel was taken aback for a moment and then said to Waylon, "Mr. Waylon, I''m really sorry!"


    It wos evident thot Woylon hod no intention of engoging in conversotion with her ot oll. To him, she wos


    like the oir he breothed –pletely ignored.


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    Doris felt her cheeks turning red with emborrossment. She beroted herself for not living up to her own


    expectotions. Why did encountering Woylon feel like o mouse meeting o cot? She should not owe him


    onything, ond there wos no need to exploin herself to him. After oll, who wos he to her?


    Although they lived under the some roof, their relotionship wos nothing more thon thot of on owner ond


    o tenont, he did not even sell it to her!


    As her mind wos busy constructing these thoughts, Doniel looked ot Woylon''s bock ond soid, "Mr.


    Woylon seems unhoppy."


    Doris'' defenses were up, ond she responded firmly, "Thot''s just how he is. He doesn''t hove mony


    moments of hoppiness."


    Her voice wos not loud, ond Woylon hod olreody wolked o consideroble distonce owoy.


    But she did not expect her words to reoch his eors so cleorly.


    In on instont, Woylon turned oround swiftly ond retorted, "Who soid I''m unhoppy? Do I hove to show


    my emotions to you? I''m going to see Emmo. Do I hove to nod ond smile every time I see you? Who


    ore you to me?"


    Doris wos silent.


    Well done! She hod wolked right into the trop ogoin, hodn''t she?


    Would it kill him if he didn''t soy thot?


    Doniel wos token obock for o moment ond then soid to Woylon, "Mr. Woylon, I''m reolly sorry!"


    "What are you sorry for?" Waylon responded.


    "I shouldn''t have said that to you just now."


    "Who said that?"


    Daniel looked at Doris, who had red cheeks and a bowed head, "It''s Ms. Doris. I''ll apologize to you on


    her behalf."


    "Do I need you to apologize to me?" Waylon nced at Doris, "I didn''t ask her to apologize, did I?"


    Daniel was silent.


    This man is so assertive with his words! Like a sharp sword! He cuts through without giving people a


    chance to react!


    "Hmph!" Waylon turned around and left with a cold expression.


    Daniel stood in ce for five seconds, then changed the subject and asked Doris, "How about sitting in


    the passenger seat?"


    Doris was about to say she preferred to sit in the back, but before she could speak, Daniel continued, "I


    don''t want to be your driver; I want to treat you as a friend."


    "In that case, I''ll sit in the passenger seat.," Doris agreed awkwardly.


    She had ridden in cars driven by Waylon several times before, but she had always sat in the back. She


    did not dare to consider him just a driver. However, Waylon did not seem to be so particr about it.


    Sitting in the car, Daniel started the ignition and asked Doris, who was fastening her seatbelt, "Mr.


    Waylon mentioned seeing Emma. Who''s Emma?"


    "My boss," Doris replied, "she''s thedy you just met at Nightfall Cafe."


    "Oh," Daniel nodded, "I see. Just curious, what''s the rtionship between Mr. Waylon and her?"


    Doris didn''t answer immediately; instead, she asked, "You''re quite curious, aren''t you? Why are you


    asking so many questions?"


    "It''s my sister," Daniel said, "You can see that my sister likes Mr. Waylon very much. I''m afraid that if


    Mr. Waylon has someone he likes, then she won''t have a chance."


    Doris could also see that Lily liked Waylon. It was quite obvious.


    "Don''t worry about your sister," Doris reassured him, "Our Boss is Mr. Waylon''s younger sister, and as


    far as I know, Mr. Waylon doesn''t have a woman he likes right now."


    If that was the case, there''s no need for Lily to worry aboutpeting with anyone else. After all, she


    was Waylon''s sister.


    "That''s good to know," Daniel said as he drove up the driveway. "Then I can rest assured."


    When Waylon arrived at the door, he surprised Emmeline and Sam.


    "Waylon, what brings you here?"


    "Yes, Mr. Waylon, why are you here now?"


    "What''s wrong with all of you?" Waylon frowned, "Can''t Ie?"


    "No," Emmeline said, "you didn''t tell us in advance."


    "Also," Sam chimed in, "Did you meet... um, someone?"


    Waylon replied, "Who are you talking about?"


    Emmeline and Sam thought at the same time…


    Oh no, did we say too much?


    Waylon continued, "Doris?" Unexpectedly, he mentioned her himself.