He scanned the surroundings and spotted Rena in the kitchen.


    Rena was busy cooking dinner, the ingredients clearly prepared with Mark in mind. Waylen couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Since they reconnected, Rena seldom cooked, but today she had gone to great lengths to prepare a variety of dishes for Mark.


    She focused on her culinary tasks, her silhouette exuding a graceful elegance.


    Waylen found her beautiful whenever heid his eyes on her.


    He entrusted his coat to the servant and approached Rena, his voice filled with curiosity. “Uncle Mark has been here? What did he say?”


    Rena stood at the stove, frying fish.


    She cast a brief nce at him and yfully corrected, “It’s my uncle, not yours!”


    Waylen couldn’t help but be moved by theughter dancing in her eyes. He didn’t fuss over the distinction she made, saying, “I’LL Lend you a hand!”


    Rena declined his offer, stating, “Just go and stay with Lexi!”


    Lowering his voice, Waylen confessed, “Right now, I’d rather be with you!”


    Sensing the atmosphere, the kitchen servants discreetly made their exit.


    Waylen boldly enveloped Rena’s waist with his arms, nting a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, and murmured vaguely, “Mrs. Fowler, your skin is radiant and enticing!”


    “I am not Mrs. Fowler”


    “But you are! We have shared countless moments of intimacy, we were married and have a child together!”


    He was being unreasonable!


    Rena had endured his advances several times. With genuine concern, she suggested, “You should visit the andrology department! I worry about your well-being!”


    Waylen chuckled and didn’t take it further.


    He pecked her cheek and dered, “I’m going to take a shower!”


    Yet as soon as he departed from the kitchen, a servant discreetly whispered to him, “Mr. Coleman is here! He wishes to see Mrs. Fowler.”


    Waylen furrowed his brow.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Rolling up his sleeves, hemanded the servant, “I will go and meet him. Don’t inform Rena that he has arrived.”


    The servant nodded in understanding.


    Waylen ignited a cigarette and strolled leisurely towards the vi’s gate.


    He had heard from his father that Lyndon was unwell. His father hadn’t disclosed this information to Rena, so Waylen decided to keep it from her as well.