The servant replied cautiously, "Mrs. Fowler is in the gym in the basement."

At that moment, Rena was still in the mood to exercise...

Waylen removed his suit jacket and proceeded downstairs to the basement.

Indeed, Rena was there.

The soothing music, her graceful movements and the divorce agreement he saw every day all stirred something within him.

He turned up the music as he approached.

Rena sensed his presence and paused, looking at him. She asked, “Why have you returned now? Did you come back to sign the divorce agreement?"

Waylen walked toward her.

Just one step away, he reached out and encircled her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Lowering his head, he kissed her passionately.

Her body felt so supple and her glistening skin was mesmerizing.

Waylen caressed her while they kissed, saying, "You had her beaten like that just because you wanted me to divorce you, didn't you? Rena, why do you think I'd prefer her? Compared to her, I desire you every day... Don't you recall how tender and sweet you were when we made love? It's been months since we last touched each other. | suppose you've forgotten.

Allow me to remind you.”

Waylen was forceful. He pinned Rena down on the soft sofa.

Her head sank into the fabric, feeling the powerful impact of his desire on her body. Her attempts to resist were overpowered...

Waylen bit the soft flesh behind her ear and murmured, “This feels so right."

They were in the Fowler's residence, which meant Rena couldn't cry out, as it might have embarrassed herself. Moreover, the elders of the Fowler family were also napping... In humiliation, Rena turned her face away and the faint blue veins on her forehead became visible.

Waylen cherished that spot the most...

When Rena was aroused, those veins would become apparent.

He panted, gently tracing her eyebrows with his slender fingers.

"You're still my wife. If | don't sign it, you'll always be Mrs. Fowler."

He made passionate love to her.