Waylen released her, adjusting his shirt casually.

"Miss Gordon, do you want a husband or a man who can satisfy your needs? Think it through, and then we can have a proper conversation.”

Rena's eyebrows twitched with frustration, but she gathered her dress with trembling hands.

Her voice was soft as she asked, "Do you want to divorce me?"

Waylen observed the blue veins on her forehead.