He carefully examined his feelings.

He thought about the dead Elvira and his wife Rena. Even though it was largely because of her appearance and figure, he really liked Rena.

When he snapped back to his senses, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

The night was dark, and everywhere was covered with snow.

Waylen grabbed his coat and walked out of the law office. On his way back to the Fowlers’ house, he passed by a flower shop that was still open. He stopped and bought a bunch of champagne roses.

He thought that women liked flowers, so he might as well buy a bouquet for his wife.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he parked his car in front of the Fowlers’ house.

At this time, most of the lights in the house had already been turned off. Waylen entered, unbuttoned and took off his coat, and started to go upstairs, but a deep voice sounded from the dark living room.

"It's late. Where have you been?”

After that, the lights suddenly went on.

Waylen blocked his face with his arm. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the abrupt brightness.

Sitting with his legs crossed on the sofa, Korbyn said through gritted teeth, "So you finally come home, huh? If | were your wife, | would definitely leave you. What are those? Huh? You brought a bouquet of flowers? Is that what you think your wife needs?"

Waylen replied helplessly, "Dad, like you said, it's late. Can we have this conversation tomorrow?”

Waylen began ascending the stairs again.

Korbyn sneered, "Your wife isn't here. If | were her, | wouldn't be coming back here either.

You abandoned your wife in the middle of a snowy day. Only you are stupid and cruel enough to do that. Let me remind you, Waylen. One day, your wife will be pissed off at you enough to quit on you. I'm telling you, many, many men are waiting for her to become unencumbered again. Stop being so complacent, or you will lose her."

Hearing this, Waylen put his coat back on.

“Where are you going?”

"To the villa.”

Waylen didn't know what was wrong with him. It was snowing outside. Rena was a mature woman with a driver and bodyguards around her. She would be fine, but still, he wanted to see her.

It was already the middle of the night when Waylen arrived at the villa.

He got out of the car and looked up. The lights in the study on the second floor were on.