"Let her go on the blind date. It might be good for her, and it might also help her and Mark sort out their feelings. If Mark can remain calm, it means they aren't right for each other," he said, trying to reassure Rena.

Though she appreciated his perspective, Rena knew her uncle better than that.

As she looked at Waylen, she remained motionless, her thoughts still consumed by Cecilia's happiness.

After a long time, Waylen playfully pulled Rena's ear and said, "Are you in a daze? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Rena still didn't move.

He had always been lustful. Now, she was sitting in his arms with messy clothes. He couldn't help but want more than just making out with her.

Rena finally came back to the present moment and blushed, realizing their slightly disheveled state.

"You haven't fully recovered yet. Behave yourself... We'll do it when you're well, okay?" Rena said, trying to divert his attention.

Waylen let out a soft chuckle.

"You know I can't resist you."

Before anything else could happen, footsteps came from the stairs, and the servant announced, "Mr. and Mrs. Fowler, Mr. Evans is here.”

Rena was obviously stunned.

She looked at Waylen and asked, "It's so late. Why is Uncle Mark here?”

Waylen straightened up his clothes and said in a low voice, “It must be something important. I'll go downstairs first. Go and change your clothes before you follow."

Rena nodded in agreement, feeling intrigued and apprehensive about the unexpected visit.

In the hall of the villa, crystal lights lit up the huge space.

Instead of sitting down, Mark stood in front of the piano and stared at it from top to bottom. He thought that it was crazy of Waylen to spend 600 million dollars just for it.

“Good evening.”

Waylen's voice echoed from the top of the staircase.

Although the man was already in his 40s, he still had a very charming aura that Waylen could not help but admire.

Upon hearing Waylen's voice, Mark turned around as he pointed at the piano and smiled.

"It looks good."