Rena stared at Waylen quietly, but he was still fired up. He had already started taking off her pajamas.

"Let go of me!" Rena's face turned pale.

Waylen didn't know what was going on. He thought that Rena was still angry with him and didn't want to sleep with him, so he gently nibbled on her earlobe and whispered, “Are you still upset?"

Rena lay back on the sofa. Her body was alluring and attractive, but her words were icy.

"You saw Mavis today, didn't you?”

Waylen was stunned.

After a while, he looked at her and explained, "Yes, | did, but nothing happened. | just gave her a ride home."

Rena began putting her pajamas back on.

Then, she undid two buttons of his shirt and showed him the lipstick mark.

The orange, lip-shaped stain on his white shirt stood out like a sore thumb.

Waylen knitted his brows and said, "| swear we didn't do anything. You can ask the chauffeur."

Resenting the mark that Mavis left on him without his consent, he took off his shirt and tossed it into the trash can.

Then, he turned around and looked Rena straight in the eye.

"| didn't betray our marriage.”

Rena didn't even bother to lose her temper anymore.

She sat there quietly, her eyes starting to burn with tears. After a few heartbeats, she said calmly, "No, you didn't do anything unfaithful. You just helped that woman get reinstated in college, rented her a nice apartment, paid for her education, and found her a good job.

Tell me, Waylen. How is that any different from keeping a lover?"

Waylen replied, "I was just trying to help. | don't have a romantic interest in her.”

Rena didn't want to have this conversation again.

She stood up and walked to her bedroom’s French window. Gazing at the blackness outside, she murmured, "You allow her to get close to you. You allow her to provoke your legal wife.

You have already crossed the line.

If the chauffeur hadn't been with you today, | bet you would've pushed your limits.