When we made love, you held me and called me Waylen. But were you really calling me, or just the man from your memory?" He teased, "You know, Rena, | might just be a substitute.

Perhaps, you're no better than me.”

Her heart aching, Rena couldn't find the right words to respond.

Her eyes narrowed, and she sneered at Waylen.

"You've said so much, but it's just because you don't want to fire her, right? Tell me, are you keeping the intern or holding onto the regret of your youth?

Waylen, you enjoy the benefits of marriage with me, yet you keep her by your side... Who do you find more disgusting?"

Rena picked up the photo of the intern.

In a fit of anger, she tore it into pieces right in front of Waylen.

He leaned back, his eyes gleaming, as if he had never encountered Rena’s fury before.

After a long silence, he chuckled softly.

“Looks like I've married a tigress."

With those words, he reached out and pulled Rena towards him, causing her to fall onto his lap.

Their bodies pressed against each other, and a romantic atmosphere filled the room.

Rena averted her gaze, her tone icy.

"It hasn't even been 42 days since | gave birth. Are you some kind of animal?"

Waylen indeed wanted to have sex with her.

His desire however, was dampened by her words, and he didn't feel the need to hide his feelings.

After all, there was no need for pretenses when they expressed their innermost thoughts to each other. He playfully pinched her cheek and confessed, "What can | say? Ever since | met you, Mrs. Fowler, all I've been wanting to make love to you.". ©

Rena pushed him away, straightened her clothes, and left the master bedroom, leaving Waylen behind to contemplate the storm he had unintentionally unleashed. ©

That night, she didn't go back to the master bedroom.

Waylen was well aware that she had slept in the guest room, or perhaps she was in the study, thinking about him.

There was no denying that something was amiss in their marriage.