"See, they love each other very much."

The girl felt humiliated.

But Rena felt even more embarrassed.

Sitting in the black limousine, she didn't speak to Waylen. Instead, she gazed out of the window...

The night was cloaked in darkness, like a monstrous creature with wings, swallowing everything in its path, including their former love and affection.

Waylen received a phone call during the drive. It was from Korbyn, and he scolded his son in a displeased tone. He must have been informed about what happened in the club.

Waylen casually responded to his father and then glanced at Rena deeply...

Half an hour later, the limousine stopped downstairs at the villa.

Waylen got out of the car and opened the door for Rena, signaling her to get out.

Rena lifted her head slowly.

Her eyes were weary and glistening with tears.

Waylen picked her up effortlessly, walked into the villa's hall, and took her to the master bedroom on the second floor...

Considering her pregnancy, he refrained from acting rudely.

He gently pressed her at the edge of the bed and swiftly peeled off her coat. Underneath, she wore a thin red wool dress with a V-neck design that highlighted her supple and radiant skin.

Feeling bewildered, Rena began to resist.

"Waylen, what do you want to do?"

"Sleep with you!"

He threw a stack of photos, scattering them beside her face.

Each photo featured him in different occasions, but most of them showed him at social gatherings or in clubs.

The edges of the photos were sharp, and they scratched her delicate face, but Rena didn't even flinch.

Rena didn't even seem to feel the pain.

He knew she had been investigating his whereabouts, so he purposely avoided coming back home and spent night after night in different clubs.