They were smoking cigarettes.

Seeing Waylen and Rena by Waylen's car, Korbyn narrowed his eyes. He asked Mark, “Is that Waylen and Rena hugging in the snow?"

Looking in the direction Korbyn pointed out, Mark lit another cigarette. He took a long drag, making him look very manly.

He blew out a cloud of smoke and answered, "Yes, it's them.”

Korbyn clicked his tongue.

Gripping his cigarette between his fingers, he strode toward the parking pad. He shouted as he walked, "Waylen! What in the world are you doing? Can't you see it's snowing? You're strong and healthy, so you don't need to worry about yourself. But your wife just gave birth two months ago. Get her inside the house! She's going to freeze out here, you idiot!”

Watching this, Mark almost burned his hand with his cigarette.

Rena was so embarrassed that she pushed Waylen away.

“Your dad's here."

Waylen realized that his father had a point. He took off his overcoat and put it over Rena's shoulders.

"Let's go inside. See? My dad loves you so much that he yells at me when | compromise you."

As Waylen spoke, Korbyn approached them.

The old man immediately handed Rena the black umbrella he'd brought with him, and once again, he scolded Waylen for being careless.

Waylen took out a cigarette from his pocket.

As he put it in his mouth and lit it, he glanced at Rena.

He teased her with his eyes.

The truth was, Rena liked Waylen in this way very much. But with his father around, she didn't have the guts to flirt with him. She quickly walked into the hall.

Korbyn gave his son another lecture on taking care of a woman who just bore a child.

Finally, Korbyn waved his hand and said, "You're such a brat. Go. Go take care of your wife.”

Waylen finished his cigarette and entered the house.

As soon as he came in, he saw Rena take off her coat and start drying her hair with a towel.

She was wearing a thin wool dress that made her skin look particularly flawless. Her radiance knocked the air right out of his lungs.