Waylen started his car once more. As he was driving past Aline, he suddenly stopped.


    His side profile was good-looking, but his words were cold and ruthless. “Mrs. Handson, I care about Rena very much. If you dare to make her unhappy, I don’t mind destroying the person you care about most.”Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Aline’s blood froze. The person she cared about most was…


    Harold.


    She both loved and hated him. Waylen figured that Aline couldn’t bear to see Harold suffer.


    The next moment, the car window was rolled up.


    The golden Bentley Continental GT slowly pulled into the vi.


    Aline was so angry that she screamed.


    She was the one with the bad luck. Why was everyone on Rena’s side?


    Waylen parked the car, ignoring Aline’s scream.


    Sitting in the driver’s seat, Waylen smoked quietly.


    He thought about what Aline had just said when she cursed Rena.


    “Just maintain your marriage like this, Rena! You are no longer able to enjoy the sexual pleasure! Maybe if you choose to sleep with Harold, you’ll feel better than doing it with Waylen, huh?”


    Waylen shouldn’t have cared about anything that came out of Aline’s mouth, but he couldn’t help but feel bothered.


    As an especially proud man, he cared about his wife’s happiness.


    He also knew that Harold would never stop pining for Rena.


    After all, he and Rena had been together for four years.


    Whether those memories were good or bad, it didn’t change the fact that they had once been together.


    Waylen finished his cigarette, got out of the car, and went straight to the backyard.


    Rena was still arranging the flowers in the vase.


    Seeing Waylen approach, Rena looked up and asked softly, “Is she gone yet?”


    Waylen unbuttoned his suit, shrugged off his coat, and gently draped it around Rena’s thin shoulders. “It’s cold. Why are you sitting here?”