Waylen turned to look at Rena and asked in a low voice, "Did you tell her to say that?”

Rena knitted her brows and clenched her jaw.

Then, she muttered, "Yes. But you don't have to come."

Waylen smiled.

"You are very scheming, Mrs. Fowler. Surely | can't disappoint you."

After saying that, he gently touched Rena's delicate face.

Her cheek was so soft and tender.

In his opinion, the best thing about this marriage was that Rena had his type of physical appearance.

Looking at the smug, crude look on his son's face, Korbyn snapped, “Speak nicely and behave yourself, Waylen. Rena is your legal wife. She's not one of those female riffraff out there. Show her some respect."

Waylen just beamed faintly.

He didn't retort. He drove Alexis to school with Rena and then drove Rena back to the villa.

But he didn't come into the house.

Rena wasn't stupid

She didn't expect Waylen to return to their family all of a sudden. He had been a huge flirt his entire single life. Although he didn't actually sleep around with strange women, he was quick to lose his inhibitions around them in social functions.

Rena got out of the car.

Waylen remained inside the vehicle with the window rolled down. He lit a cigarette.

Rena asked softly, "Are you going to come home tonight?"

Waylen leaned his elbow against the car window and took a long drag. Hearing Rena's question, he grinned and replied, “If | don't, are you going to tell on me to my father so that he'll force us to sleep in the same bed?”

Rena raised her head slightly.

What a jerk Waylen was right now!

She looked down and took a deep breath. When she faced him again, she said, "Mr. Fowler, remember to come home."

Waylen's eyes were bright, and a smile was tugging on the corners of his mouth.