Rena scoffed playfully.

“Oh, really? But | don't think it's as enchanting as the face of some young girl."

Rena finished her words.

Waylen felt ridiculed. He should've seethed with rage, but he didn't. Instead, he beamed because he found the exchange interesting.

Rena grabbed the massage ointment and applied it on herself.

When she lowered her head, Waylen watched her glowing face.

He whispered, "Her face isn't as beautiful as yours."

Rena froze for a moment. Then, she lifted one of her legs and continued applying the ointment. Waylen stared at her slender leg. Even her knees were delicate. He had never found anyone's lower limbs so attractive.

Once again, he was beginning to feel hot and bothered. He swallowed, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

When they got in the car, Rena took the back seat.

Waylen put his hands on the steering wheel and groaned, “Do you really take me as your driver, Mrs. Fowler?"

Rena went over the documents.

Hearing this, she kept her eyes on the papers she was holding and answered, "I need to read these documents.”

Waylen frowned.

"You're a woman. How come you care so much about you career?"

Rena chuckled and shook her head.

"My husband left me this business. Of course I'm going to cherish it."

Waylen didn't say anything more.

But Rena's remark definitely pissed him off.

Rena continued to look through the documents. She wasn't affected by Waylen at all.

Neither of them spoke the entire ride home.

Soon, they arrived at the Fowlers’ house.