Waylen Fowler, Mr. Fowler, You are truly captivating. She was completely infatuated with you and would die for you!"

Listening to her accusations, Waylen released his grip on her.

He slowly retreated, sitting on her calf.

Then, he considered lighting a cigarette.

He stared at her for along time and asked, "What about you? As you said, she can die for me. What about you, Rena? What position do | hold in your heart?"

Lying on the bed, there was only one thought circling in her mind.

It was to hurt him!

She grinned and replied, "Haven't you always wanted to know the difference between ‘you' and 'the past Waylen' in my heart?

Let me tell you, you can never hold a candle to the past Waylen!

You don't even deserve that apartment. You don't deserve anything that I've experienced with him!

Mr. Fowler, to be honest, | hate you for occupying and sharing his body!"

Waylen froze.

He was infuriated by her!

This woman was lying on his bed, but she spewed such maddening words at him!

He leaned over and gently traced her body from top to bottom, finally resting his fingertips on her abdomen where their babies had once lived. He sneered, "You didn't disdain the days we had sex but also indulged in love... Rena, Mrs. Fowler, Are you a bit of a prig?"

Rena's emotions were in turmoil.

She sat up, lightly patting his handsome face, and retorted, "Ves, having sex with you was ‘once a good experience. But | don't want to experience that now!"

"Really?" He pressed his lips against hers, his face contorted with an awful expression.

"Your body doesn't say sol”

His anger knew no bounds.

At that moment, Rena's phone rang

It was little Alexis calling, asking in a sweet voice, "Mommy, when will you and daddy come back home?"